My Ρσєтяу

I am sitting here
In the silence of the night
Everything seems to have changed now
My mind tries to figure out what’s right;
Some people give me
The highest of their regard
It makes me wonder why?
People keep appreciating me
And it makes me wanna cry;
One day, when this cloud of lies clears
All my tears would run dry;
People think I am good
But I am, actually, the last in line
I know one day they’ll realise
I am nothing, but a mingled rhyme!