Future in the Present

This persona

that I want you to believe

is ironic

Because it’s what I’ve achieved

 

After years of breaking myself down

and looking forward to a new being

I refuse it right in the eye

because to the old I duly cling

 

How can I blame

this arduous gain

for it’s exactly what I had wished for

 

How could I see

this wish inside me

is not what I wanted at all?