Since childhood,

People told me “don’t quit easily,”

And they said 

That I’m a great doer.

Indeed I am,

I deserve the name.

I overcame desperation,

I thrived under pressure,

And finally reached the top of the pyramid.

I guess.

Now that they praise again,

I can feel neither pride,

Nor even a single bit of happiness,

For their smiles are so unfamiliar.

Something is missing:

Sincerity, replaced by jealousy.

But today,

I am so proud.

Not because I achieved another height,

But because I quit.

I am finally able,

And brave enough,

To quit their world.

A world wearing masks.

A world of vanity and meaninglessness.

A world so lacking in genuineness.

I am proud that I escaped,

Before drinking in the world of hypocrisy and lies,

Before falling way down deep,

Before getting swallowed up.

It’s like

Being stuck in a town of zombies,

And running for my life,

Wanting to stay alive and awake.

I don’t want to be one of them,

Even though I am aware

That if I actually became one of the zombies,

I won’t even realize

That I am on the dark side of the battle,

And that I once hated being like this.

I quit,

And they don’t praise anymore.

But why would I even care

For fake flattery?

I don’t live for their compliments,

And therefore I don’t die for their doubts and hate.

Besides,

I don’t even want them to know why am I leaving,

I don’t even want to try explaining,

Because I know they don’t understand.

And they will never be able to.

We were born to be in two different worlds.

Why bother then?

I thank God for bringing about this experience,

And empowering me to see through darkness

With hope and faith.

I will keep on going with what I learned,

And continue on the path that I believe is right,

Regardless of the devouring ridicule and hatred of others.

I am fearless

Because I know

That when I’m hurt, you cure,

And when I’m on the brink of collapsing, you harbor.