crushed between,

the egoistic giants,

and the hypnotizing dwarfs,

we are nothing but,

a mere ball of emotions,

that’s how their eyes sees us.


we allowed the world,

to seep into our prayers,

words and numbers wouldn’t help us,

nor our rivers would flow,

we couldn’t remember,

no,

we have forgotten it,

help seems so far away,

as we let the cruelty of the world,

drugged us,

to cut,

to cry,

to die.



the society dipped it’s pen,

in the red ink,

deciding who we are,

a bunch of crosses,

never a tick,

a bunch of wrongs,

never a right.



yes,

that’s who we are,

nothing but pretentious,

a spoiled brat,

a weakling,

a teenager.