Intruder

Love. Hate. Dreams. Reality.
What's the meaning of all these words in my life?
Whom to love and trust?
Why have I started to hate my life?
What happened to all my dreams?
Is this the reality where I have to suffer everyday?
What have I changed into?
And that too without even trying.
Everyday has become a struggle to find the very reason of my existence.
This is not the person I was before or the person I ever wanted to be. This is not me.
This is not a rant against anyone; this one is for me.
This is me trying to get hold of things.
This is me trying to understand life, this is me trying to be real.
This is me trying to fight off this guy with a facade who has taken over the real me.
Because this all ends.
Now.