A Beautiful Dystopia

The world is fake 

And fake is it's people

Everything is an illusion 

Everything is a mere dream

People give you cuts 

In the form of fake promises

Nothing is permanent

Friendship, love or affection 

Eventually, everything gets affected

Driven by selfishness

Your hopes scatter 

Dreams shatter

You hope for a better 

But a time comes when nothing matters

You become a hater of humanity

Wait! I have a word for it 'misanthropist' 

Yes, you become a misanthropist 

Your long search for a utopia 

Gets buried under your grave 

Which you have dug with your own hands 

And your tattered body lies down 

For eternity in a beautiful dystopia.