It's late night,
I'm at my father's home,
A place which should've felt comforting to me,
A place which i once called my home.
But Surprisingly enough,
I feel unwelcomed here,
I think I'm just overreacting,
Or maybe I've just had enough
The voices of the so called family
Feel so harsh to hear,
The only people who should be a child's comfort place,
Are busy in comparisons and competitions here.
And so here I am,
Laying on the bed which i once called my own,
Tears streaming down my cheeks,
As I cover my face with the the duvet of Nana that he once owned
These trembling hands are like a curse to my existence,
The heavy heart feels like a burden.
These non stop voices in head,
the ragged breathing and the tight feeling in my chest....
Can someone please make them stop?
Is this really just an 'exaggeration'
Or am I too weak of a person?
Aren't we all just too young,
To experience these hellish lot of emotions?
Most of the days, I listen to myself,
'calm down girl, don't cry' is a mantra i repeat again and again.
But today is the day that I've lost control,
Only my pillow knows the amount of nonsense tears that I've cried in an hour or so
Aren't We too young to be pushed like this?
Aren't We too young to be burdened?
I've heard that kids my age are supposed to be like free birds
Then why are we all caged in the expectations of our parents, society and ourselves,
Killing the inner child,
That once begged to be a grown up....
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For anyone who needs to hear this....
"Tum kar loge yaar, you aren't alone, you've been brave till now, and I wish you will continue to be, untill we reach that damned goal"
Love yourself 🤍✨
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Words of Soul
PoetryStatus:- ongoing Description:- Everything I ever failed to express in words, Has now become poetry Waiting to be discovered and felt by everyone, It's a lost cause indeed....
