What if I told you that there are mornings when I wake up feeling so empty;
When I question my existence, and purpose of being;
When all I want to do, is simply disappear.
Tell me then, would that make you leave?
Would that ruin your fantasy? Jolt you back to reality?
For I am not who you thought I’d be.
You expected a beautiful field of daisies,
Yet all I can give you is wilting roses.
By Nawekulo Wanjugu
