Sometimes it is so easy to give up, to fail,
to crawl under a rock and pretend to be dead
How nice it would be, I wonder when I am gone
All my worries, my anxieties will leave me alone
Forget the bills; skip the EMIs, no more commitments to bother
Fix that light, that leaky pipe, did the fridge stop cooling again?
I wish I’d run away, take a different path or pick another way,
How should I go? Should I walk, run or simply let my mind stray
Should I pretend to be weaker or stupider for someone to care?
Should I give up who I am and live a lie that seems to others as fair?
It’s amazing how weakness brings out the sympathy!
Why anyone ever works is simply beyond me?!
Am I fat; am I ugly, should I be more like her?
Should I stoop? should I cower? Men seem to prefer a timid girl
How did I manage to get this way? Where did that happy child go?
How did I turn into this insecure adult when the child in me was so pure?
Now my friends too I have to garner with care,
it’s not ‘bout me but about those who stare
An image apparently I have to maintain
a do-gooder girl with no thought train
Sadder still the fact remains, I can’t live up to this brilliant fantasy
I seem insane, in a pretend-sane world of picket fences and fake grins
