Faking it...

Too tired to give it a try again...
Too consumed to start again...
I will continue to wear this fake smile for ever...
Will polish it more...to make it appear real.
Too consumed to start again.
I cannot counsel myself all over again to start on a quarry
But then, I hate loosing.
From inside I will be broken for ever.
A glass shattered cannot be undone.
May be, I was aiming for impossible...A shattered glass cannot be undone.
Trying just left more scars over it...Now it is completely shattered to pieces.
I am tired of searching love...
I had been looking for it since I was two...
Mom and dad were too busy ...or may be too tired themselves to love me .
I have stopped searching for it now.
I will win the world for myself.
And that will just be to distract myself from this darkness inside.
I know, whatever I win, will never make up for the love.
But perhaps, world has its ways...I can have only one.
I am tired of searching love.
My days will shine ...and nights will flame up with fire.
But that is how it is going to be.
And I will move on with this fake smile...like ever.