THE HYPOCRISY OF BEING HUMAN

I saw my mother crying while praying, I heard her telling God she's scared I might die alone, I fear she might be right, I mean she's always right, But if she knew half of the things I have done, She would be more optimistic, I have been crucified by lovers, Betrayed by men, Stoned by strangers and hurt by friends.. I dreamt last night I died and stood outside those pearly gates, if the heavens knew the things I have done, they would never let me in.. I know nothing of love so I tend to crucify them too, I have destroyed happiness from the innocents, Consumed by hate, I have feast on their pains and fears, I'm not so innocent mother, The things I have done horribly to men. I cut their ego in to pieces, exposed them to the sun and watch it disappear like wealth, I have deceived the ones that love me, Killed the ones that trusted me, I do not wish to be loved by these people of the world... And I do not wish to bring an offspring to this world.. As I lay quietly like the earth, Humbled at last, I can't feel the sun or the wind, My eyes are widely opened... Darkness all around me, I hear the strange noises from up above, I prefer it here, I worship here.. It saddens the people that loves me but I lay down with a smile in the dark.. My journey has finally come to an end... I was only a wanderer in this world My soul disappearing like a fog exposed under the sun.... I am free at last, free from all desire.. The world is not a friend of mine.. Neither I, a friend to this world...