RUNNING AWAY

Today I feel lost
And I don’t intend to find myself,
Neither do I want anyone to find me.

I hate this fiend in me
Who purely can’t accept the truth
But neither can I lie to my soul.

I don’t want anyone to recognise me
While I am pretending to be busy.

For all the times I tried to be brave
I could do nothing but accept my cowardice.

Accepting the truth of life and living with it
All that seems unfeasible to me
And living with lies beneath me
Seems very hard to obey.

Yet again running away seems the only choice left
But to whom can i surrender my dark soul?
Except to the man above,
Who will accept me for who I am,
And he will forgive me who for who I was.