Oh, how we love tormenting ourselves is a science underrated.
A skill whose essence each one of us has tasted
To the callous whispers of the eternal stance of being the best in the game
We often find ourselves at the err of our humanness, the one to blame.  

Every endeavour we embrace needs to ooze the sweet nectar of perfection that brews
A thousand vices that we could indulge in,
Yet at the felony of our very own hands is the suffering we choose
At the sight of the smallest inconvenience, the demons into the silence creep
The racing thoughts drown us in the sea of nothingness under the waters of sleep.

What a misery it is to have a good heart that feels the depths of the syllables that fleet
Where the mind wanders between the fallacies of goodness and deceit
How gloomy it becomes to fight every battle and yet never win!
Alas, how we love tormenting ourselves for being a good person over others committing a sin.

I hope you know it is not your good heart that needs to be rendered.
Rather, it is the expectations that you hold from others that need to be surrendered.
Keeping yourself first is a skill you need to master, the one that saves your heart.
The one that holds you in the calmest embrace when life tears you apart.

May the voices in your head finally find their home to rest
May your heart finally be held in gentle peace, knowing you did your best
I hope the dreariness of the looms of animosity loses its way to you.
May every scar you hold be embosomed by love that beckons to be true.

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