This is cruel

I don’t know when i will finally stop.

To resign everything I have.

To waive my white flag into the air, screaming & yelling defeat.

I’m tired. Exhausted.

Like those tires that are screwed tight into its joints.

I’m anxious, knowing every little step I do would jeopardize a number of things.

It’s like I’m tied down, moved around by strings.

Moving cohesively with the puppeteer.

I want to escape all this.

Escape the thing called reality.

For once, I want to live in my own fantasy.

So I need you to help me, to make it happen.

And I wouldn’t take NO for an answer.