Shame its not u anymore

The desire to be seen, to be known was not a sin.
But an obsession carved out of this desire make your self so pathetic that every breath , every gulp of air existing and entering your lungs make you feel you are no more your self. Its them, it’s for them ,even puppet have there move defined ,there own story but you ,you are that artificial drop of water which is beautifully placed on a dark green plastic leave of a life less plant ,pandering those few , those hollow soul mortgager ,who have bought that plant to make there living room look more aesthetic in the mesmerizing luminescent darkness of materialism .
Can you smell the aroma in that living room…..huh…..? how will you ,you are just a sparkling look-like of drop of water having neither the passion to burn like hydrogen ,neither the willingness to engulf yourself into that passionate fire like oxygen.