I was a child when I was afraid of dark;
and the shadows around that I see,
but there was always an angel around;
who was there to take care of me.

I’ve grown up and so has become the shadow;
and the fear still resides where it used to be,
with a silent scream and whispered voice.
it echoes aloud inside me.

Every minute drags like an hour;
and I feel like a social wallflower.

Nobody can hear the scream;
they’ve got the scream of their own,
it reaches to my core, I can hear it;
but no one is there to hear mine –so alone.

I had a world of my own;
but it seems to be left behind,
I see it in the rear mirror till it disappears;
with the memories at the back of my mind.

Every minute drags to be like an hour;
and I feel like a social wallflower.

© Shreya ♥