Mystery Poem by Inaam Ahangar

Dancing on the broken glasses
Dreams barely seem shattered
Waking up as a grumpy person
Tugging hairs all the time
Resisting to care about everything
Caring a lot about something
Lurching in a corner of the room
Welling up the tears for no reason
Days have become idle
Nights have turned restless
Some says, "It is depression"
Some says, "It is anxiety"
Some says, "Having both
Is worse than hell
Ah! Deep inside I know
What it is?
Pain building up inside
Hiding that behind a smile
Buried in my heart and
Is meant to be a mystery