Being adamant
All the way,
Never coming down
To listen to opinions,
Incapable of extinguishing
This ego
Once and for all,
Not willing to put up a fight,
And yet
Not wanting to compromise;
Being an emotionless stone,
Void of passion
Or hue,
Being that person
Sitting on the top
Of a cold mountain,
As if life
Was meant to be
With a constant commotion
In the back of my mind,
An urge to run
Far, far away;
Like looking for a needle
In a haystack,
I know I will never find
True happiness.