A girl who is different, different as true
Deepdown she is not what she is supposed to be
A girl with dreams holding in her heart what she wants to be, what she is not actually
screaming her pain reflected from memories which she can't deny
She is trying to ****** them away from her life but it's paining just paining.
She pigeonhole herself with these memories which turned her into vanity.
With tinge of frustration she feels foreign to her own.
Restlessness is fleeting
Fleeting in a way that she becomes a killer of her own peace
Waiting for sleeping waiting to be free
Free from this perennial pain which is eating her deep down inside
Can't breathe in this conflict of fear of bravery of being true of being hypocrite
Cold feet, cold due to heat in mind melting through heart
She want to stop her, asking herself why
But what she gets is silence,
A silence which fear placed  in her heart
Sliding  legs to her chest bind them from hands tightly
Scared just scared, want to sleep waiting for morning to end this war with my self.
I want to stop this I want to rise
Rise with "Sukoon" where my happiness is asking for me to let go myself.
I am growing and I will grow for myself where my happiness is waiting for me.
May be this will take the best of me or worst of me.
But one thing I won't let go with myself now that is my silence
I Will not let go.