WHOM AM I?

People say I’m a firefighter,

But I’m burning in my own hopes.

They say I was a safe rider,

Who is being crashed but living though.

They call me as a made-up dreamer,

Whose dreams are meant to be sold.

A crybaby or a silent screamer,

Do you still urge to call me bold?

You know me as a strong aimer,

But am surfing my aims at shore.

They say it’s really hard to break her,

Cause she craves for it even more.

I don’t lie but am still a lier,

Can you read out my unsaid words.

Living inside a cage with fire,

My hurdles aren’t meant to be solved.

You asked me what I really wish for,

Just an easy day and a peaceful night.

Tired of shedding tears like a sobber,

I’m barely breathing but that’s alright.