Puppet Of Time

I am a puppet of time 

Ticking in direction life takes me 

Seconds of silence turn to hours 

Every time I wish that life ends my misery.

I am culprit of my thoughts 

Nurturing talks which lead to negativity 

The moments turn to days 

And I have no control over my sensitivity.

I am a soul captured by misery 

Trapped as gloominess in disguise 

This is not me; The way I am living 

My identity is a theft; myself- I despise.