let me die!

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Everyday, everynight, now sounded so dull
Was she becoming that same cruel girl?
Was nothing happening right to her or was she doing something wrong?
Why was everything, everyone drifting apart? Why couldn't​ she be anymore strong?
She wanted to live happily but something was stopping her,
Maybe all the wrong was in her behaviour.
She wanted to die but again something forced her to give  a second chance,
Only that everytime she failed due to annoyance.
Someone told her she was a mistake,
That word hurt her with a deadly heart ache.
She was no one's princess.. she couldn't be anyone's queen,
Was this world or she, started to be mean?
She believed she was useless, worthless of all,
Can never do anything for someone in that great world hall.
It is said Silence is admirable only in a neat tounge's dry,
But she had none to share with all her grief n cry.
To become an extrovert from an introvert was a big task,
But now she could easily transform again n sit to bask.
But then resting n peace wasn't her schedule ever,
Every joy then was now made a devour.
Over the years now she was hearing the same comments,
Against her everyone was full of discontents.
She has *Ego*, she has *Attitude* was all she got to hear,
Tried proving herself good but couldn't be anyone's dear.
Her name meant friendly, but maybe her face showed cunning,
Dont know when this world would stop judging.
Not once not twice but many a times she told people she is diligent,
But alas this world from brain will forever be indigent.
Maybe she was doing wrong by making a place for herself,
Infact what good had she ever done even to her ownself?
Maybe to do something she has to start life afresh,
To be sweet looking now by face, she had to change her flesh.
Her dreams horrified her, making her realize her unworthy existence,
She dreamt of killing her ownself with several pistols.
Maybe to die now was better,
Atleast people can cut short a topic to chatter.
Atleast there will be a person less with arrogance,
And then lets count the people from heaven with decadence.

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