Scared?

 Drinking my sixth cup of tea,

Like a wine, 

No more hope, 

To unfade and shine! 

Tired of fake surroundings,

 Bored of positive soundings! 

Just no more night, 

With stars and its counting! 

No more fake self-love, 

No more keen, 

To collect these stuff! 

Just drawing a path, 

With a looser’s club! 

I’m Scared Fear to top,

 But not with buildings height, 

Failed to prove myself, 

That had too, 

A future with bright! 

Now, I’m scared, 

But scared of what? 

May be a ghost, In my plot!