The hunted I shall not become

I am not cold, just realistic 
I am not cruel,
just tryna make it through
I will not hold my breath,
cause beneath it all
I want to yell and scream!
I know it's unfair and its only a dream
but i must hold on for a bit more
For the battle is almost over
The key is to set oneself free
Cause Life hurts and
i refuse to become the hunted 
My mask I shall not use!
Cause i am what i am 
Fantoms of Expectation and
imperfection I have 
perfection is an illusion 
If only i knew to just stop,
let myself stop 
Know It's not a dream and
that Firsts were never crossed 
If only i own up to it
cause i am what i am 
Life hurts so I became the hunted!
My mask has gone beyond repair! Cause a mere human i am 
 i have imperfections and Expectations are poison 
cause perfection is an illusion 
If only time could be turned back 
So i could return to being cradled 
For Days of giggles I can see no more! 
But do not fret for it is a bore!
My blazing fire,
I thought will never burn out!
Cause firefox i am
Freedom I do not desire!
Cause a mere lie it is
Effort if only i put,
but the pot is now full
If only I knew, I had a bleeding heart
Prophase I would have pleaded,
That my dreams don’t die
For the daisy season is not over yet.