Hell is a place on earth

with you, my dear.

You are a disgrace

to those terrestrial beings

woven with brick-hard muscles

inside their DNAS;

they are sewn with a prophecy

to make the coldest hearts

swoon

while you are destined

to invent chaos;

they are chiseled with raw courage

while you scatter upon

the slightest threat.

You let anxiety overpower you

like it's a silver god;

you want to escape

back into the closet;

why are you such

a coward, my dear?

Heaven is nowhere

on earth;

it's a fairytale.

Your ego is taller

than Burj Al-Khalifa

why are you so vain,

my dear?

People are crying in disdain;

you are just a peasant

yet you wear a thousand masks

wreathed with royalty;

why do you think

you are so powerful?

I don't belong here;

I never belong anywhere.

You were drowning

yet you chose to resurface

when you knew

that your loved ones

had the most devilish smirks

you had ever seen

as they watched you

struggling for air;

why do you think

you deserve to live,

my dear?

For I am a king

in my own league;

I shall not let my fears

had the best of me.

You let your fears

conquer you anyway;

why do you think

you'll find your

happy ending,

my dear?