Always on my own but was thought, not.
Uncontented inside, misunderstanding I got.
Ultimately lost in my own thoughts, I thrived.
Wandering along reality, to the phase I liked.
Slowly the life altered its take, thrusting promises I never made.
Upon my indiscernible shoulders, turning the bright stage into a darker shade.
Doing my best, thought I, at a fastidious time.
Amidst all chaos, being me: is that a crime?
The moment bit, faced it with a smile. Hemorrhaging inside.
Secretly wanting a release, a mask, a shelter to hide.
With a screaming heart, not wanting to rot,
I race my destiny: being different certainly cost me a lot.
I’m on my own now, but for how long? I ask sighing…
Truth. Just that simple, just that terrifying.
By EISHWARYA BHARDWAJ
(eish333 at gmail.com)