When I talk of things,
It feels alright,
When I meet people,
They seem alright,
When I'm with them,
I feel okay,
Then what is it that keeps burdening me?
Or is it me who is problematic?
Or is it my mind?
It is tiresome to carry on like that,
It is tiresome to walk in this journey without any destination,
It is tiresome to carry on while standing against everyone around,
Sometimes the fear echoes in my mind,
Who will hold me the day I'll fall?
Who will accept me if by any chance I'd fail?
I tried harder to stand alone but my knees are weakening,
On these days who will be my strength?
The time shall pass like this,
The rejections I provided them will become the death March for me,
They'll come back with the hollowing words of them,
My beliefs, my pride, it all would be shattered in pieces than like those of my dreams,
Cause after that one failure I'll remain unforgiven as for those ultimatums I tried to change, all the efforts I made to stand against the cruel rule imposed on me by society,
I wander what shall I be that day?
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Tales Of Hopeless Romantics: Imperfect Poetic Journey Of Love And Life
Poetry"My love was as cruel as my nightmares, and it was as beautiful as my daydream, which never dare to turn itself into reality, neither did it ever ended like a daydream, the agony kept hanging me like that of half hope, the hope kept hanging me like...
