You say I have an attitude
'Cause I don't mingle a lot?
Sweetie, you need a wording check —
That's called being left out.

Even if I preferred the space,
It doesn't make me an egoist.
There's a term called "introverts" —
Do add it to your vocab list.

People like you destroy innocent souls,
All for the need of your own
Self-satisfactory goals.

People like you don't deserve praise —
Instead, y’all need dents on your face.
For luring us into your sweet-scented trap,
Expecting joy — all we got was crap.

I curse at you loud in my head,
But when it comes to words,
It just can't be said.

And now I'm trapped in your sorcery,
With nowhere to go.
It just keeps repeating —
The seed's been sown.

"I don't hate you guys,
Just jealous that you have me,
and mad that I don't."

You can't appreciate good without bad,
You can't appreciate happy without sad,
You can't appreciate peace without war,
You can't appreciate love without hatred,
You can't appreciate right without wrong,
You can't appreciate light without darkness
So I'm sorry if you can't understand me.

Dear wonderful person, I'll leave you now,
I'll leave it all up to another dove,
who'll pick you up from where you fell,
and pull you out from your walking hell.
If you ever need me, I'll be right here,
faraway, but also near.
Don't worry, you'll soon be found.
Until then, stay safe and sound.

I'm waiting for something that's not to come
Like waiting for the end of war
Like waiting for the end of greed
Like waiting for the end of corruption
Like waiting for the end of poverty
Like waiting for the end of pollution
Like waiting for the end of misery
Like waiting for the end of injustice
Like waiting for the end of this eternal cycle

Trapped in war between
letting go and moving on
and not giving up

The process of life
is like knitting fabric-
A slow, tiresome art,
calling for a lot of patience.

There are ups,
there are downs,
encountered by twists and turns—
and eventually,
in the midst,
tight knots.

But that is what sews it up!

In this course,
none are left in abeyance.

Every thread is distinguished,
with its own sole purpose
in making "living" whole.

Even one plucked out—
and the garment entirely unfolds.

All of us are strands of yarn,
crafted by the hands of God
bound together by the cosmos,
to make one beautiful piece:
Life.

I'm just a person,
with high expectations y'know?
I'm not really happy,
though it appears so

I do a lot for others,
thinking they'd do the same for me
but i guess im just hurtin'
by my own fantasies

Or is it just me
tryna potray a good girl?
Oh my god, what am i thinking...
my mind's such a blur

Am i actually selfish?
Using people for my advantage?
I don't really look like that, right?
Maybe, it's just my cunning language

Or am i just the overthinker,
pondering a lil' too much?
'Bout people's opinion on me,
pros 'n cons 'n such

Wait... what if im actually selfless,
and an understanding person?
Always doin' right,
following values and lessons

If I have ever hurt you,
I truly am sorry
But has anyone ever apologised
for my never-ending story?

My never-ending story,
of loneliness and pain?
Maybe I just deserve it
for driving you insane

In this world, where life's a stage,
Behind every smile,
is not a happy role
Smiles radiate warmth,
mine got cold

But I guess i'll take a breather,
its a chapter, not the whole
Just a little longer,
mind, body and soul.

I feel like nothing
Physically, I'm living
But I'm not alive

This is the new me,
a withered peony
With lifeless eyes,
Dampened with lies
This is the new me

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We went through so much back then,
to be nothing again.
All the way from the beginning,
we were nothing till the end.

A free-flowing body — within my grasp,
yet it slips through my fingers.
A vast mirror reflects the morning sky,
glistening like floating diamonds.

Yesterday, a gentle ripple caressed the shore —
the calm before a storm.
Today, a whirl of conflicts
devours all, whole.

As clear as glass — yet mysteries lurk,
in the uncharted waters of your deepest thoughts;
escaping light,
blending seamlessly into the eerie dark.

Drowned in your tears,
you became the ocean itself...
while I stood frozen in time,
slowly watching you drift away.

Right from the start, I messed up bad.
"Please be happy, don't be sad".
What pathetic words from me,
as I watched you drown in sea.

Didn't pull you out, didn't lend a hand,
But stood tall and high in the land.
Didn't bat an eye, as I watched you cry
I turned away and let time fly.

Soon after, I was back again
To find lost joy I might've lost there then
I came closer, thinking it would be found
I would be safe, as I'm on the ground.

But then, the waves grew loud and big,
as I stood off-guard like a fragile twig.
I couldn't escape; I couldn't flee.
You became one with sea.

The saddest goodbyes
are not the ones that are said
but are left untold

She, an eccedentesiast, with a lie behind her smile
There lies, deep within her galaxy,
A void — a lacuna she hides.
A solivagant beauty
Roams an eldritch path,
Fighting a solo battle, hidden from sight.

Don't be a diamond; it reflects, not glows.
Become the sun, outshine the stars.

Can you hear it loud and clear?
Come closer, over here
It's screaming from within my deep hearts core
Can you hear my silent roar?

I'm not who you think I am,
What I show you is all a scam.
This is not the actual me,
You only believe what you see.

If I help you,
You must help me back,
And if you don't,
I'll change my track

On to the next person I'll go,
So that, into me, all the benefits flow.
"You're so selfless!", if I hear you tell,
I know I've twisted your brains very well.

"Do good and it'll come back to you."
Is that so? Doesn't seem very true,
Lately, my do-good scheme,
hasn't been working like how I dream.

Thats when it hits me plain and hard,
All of you are playing the exact same card.
We're all just actors in this stage,
Our true hidden selves, behind a cage.

Every one of us is trapped within this feat,
of manipulation, trickery, and deceit.
We're all just pawns of something greater here.
Is this darkness, the so-called fear?

I am a lock without a key,
the salt and tears lost from my sea.
As I scrape my arms and pull my hair,
please free me from this twisted lair.

For a girl who has all but none,
is it too greedy to ask
for just one person who sees the truth
behind her painted mask?

For a girl who used to fight for space,
since when was "alone" her normal case?
For a girl who used to yap all day,
since when did she have nothing to say?

For a girl who did zit but act —
doesn't she deserve a reward?
"For the best acting skills of the decade,
we present to you... the Oscar Award!!!"

God, you're such a cruel witch,
throwing me in this pile of ditch.
Why do I have to be the one
to get your ***** work all done!?

God, I am SO fed up of this.
Fed up of playing the morning sun,
with a beam on my face, as I lighten your days —
"***, this is so fun!!!"

Just gimme a BREAK,
GODAMMIT!

I am SO done.
I am SO done.
I am SO done.

The more I focus, the further you stray,
Even for a second, I want you to stay.

To escape from reality, to break free from this cell,
In this illusion of a dream, enchanted by a spell.

Every time I close my eyes, you fill darkness with light,
But the closer I reach, the more I lose sight.

You stood at the top of the stairs, reaching out to me,
Radiating a beacon of hope, I grabbed it hard with glee.

You are now a smudged painting, a lost faded sketch,
The more I try to remember, the more you look a mess.

Hues of yellow and pink, drifted in the haze,
Splashed with joy and delight, a picturesque mosaic.

It still lingers in my heart and soul,
That picture-perfect moment of a story gone cold.

"Look at that fatty!"
The crowd starts roaring.
The poor kid's laughing too,
As the insults keep pouring.

"You're flat as a table!"
They snicker out loud.
She shakes it off with a laugh,
Silently wishing she was round.

"Check out those juicy melons!"
They praise the boy’s sight,
As the girl gets devoured
By their monstrous delight.

Stand up for the bullied—
Tell ’em, "That's rude."
They'll start mocking you:
"Aw, you tryna be someone good?"

Call the perverts out,
And tell ’em to shut up—
No, they won’t listen to ya,
They'll call you the ****.

Why?
Because in this generation,
The good's the bad,
And the bad's the good.
It’s sad to say,
There's nothing more to be understood.

Citizens turn terrorists when terrorists terrorise them;
a world without terror is without a world.

"You broke my expectations,
now my thought's all a mess
I saw what you're in reality,
can't believe i was obsessed"

"All those years, what a waste
Guess I just got bad taste"

"Buried alive, can't cry, why, my life is such a lie"

"I thought you'd make me smile forever
But my forever got an end
You used to give me so much hope,
now i'm someone you can't mend."

Hey, is that what you think?
Sorry for the torturing

Gave it a try, can't meet your eye, wish I could just call you mine

I took my friends for granted,
didn't feel your worth before
But now in isolation,
I want you even more

You gave me more than thrice a chance,
now won't you give a second glance

It got cold, the life we rode, our story untold.

The sand is my canvas
The waves, the ink
The footsteps, my fading thoughts

You look, but do you see
between the lines of my poetry?
You hear, but do you heed
the turmoil beneath my silent plead?
You think but do you wonder
if I'm okay after years of blunder?
You sense but do you feel
my true colors shut by a seal?

Hahaha, you'll hear that first!
In random talks we'll be immersed,
like there's no one in the world but us
We're the definition of a mess!

One's a girl who's smart and quiet,
no, that's what you'll think at first sight
Those close friends who know her well,
know she's got a lot to tell!

Other's a girl who's balanced right,
with a good amount of all, she's bright
if there ever is a heart to mend,
she'll be there with one to lend!

The last out there, is a crazy one
her teeth shines as bright as the sun
She's got the guts, but not the glory
Basically, she's the fun in our story!

We don't fight much
but when we do,
we make sure it's settled
by the noon.

And when we laugh,
we howl to the core
We chortle so hard,
our cheeks become sore!

A world without you,
is a world without me!
We didn't meet by chance,
but by destiny!

You loved me.
I've hurt you.
I'm sorry.

It's all on me.
No one else is wrong.
Let them blame.

Is this enough?

I've cried rivers,
Become a desert.
There's no more life left.

Is this enough?

My friends are gone.
I took them for granted.
I stand alone and empty.

Is this enough?

I slap myself,
When a smile creeps.
I don't deserve it.

Is this enough?

Your needs come first.
Trample on me.
I am your slave.

Is this enough?

I've lost it all-
my tears,
my friends,
my happiness,
my respect,
my humility.

Is this enough?

Will you forgive me?

Words are mightier than the sword
They don't ****,
They give pain far worse than death