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May 2018
Breaking up is not hurting me
As much as that memory
I justified myself not cause of fear
But cause anymore comments on my character I can’t bear
Waited so long but couldn’t make anything right
I wasn’t going to hate you ever but now I might
You don’t scare me if you think so
You have just disgusted me each day, more and more
I wasn’t with the same person since the past few days
I know this wouldn’t be of any use as I know what everyone says
Just gaining attention I am
They might point at that
Then they’d pretend to believe and sympathies with me now
But their true colors would be visible once they ask me how could I allow?
It’s ironic for a girl who was writing against being abused
To have become a victim and was tried to be seduced
I have always heard it’s right if you understand one another and love
But since the third time or so I felt it was enough
Million people million mouths
How will I shut them all out?
I won’t even try at all
Because now I’ve nothing to lose at all
I might even cry for an hour or rather not even a drop
Cause I might have told you to stop
But I never took any initiative to get away from that act
And this might be a true fact
That I let my guard down on my own will
And letting you in had been a part of my sin
I don’t know where to go now I don’t have anything to hold on
Neither do I have anyone beside me to make me feel strong and help me move on
Curse me lord! If I’m anywhere wrong
Cause after all this time I expected myself to be strong
But I’m nothing more than a mindless *****
I just kept on squeaking when I actually should have roared
That’s why now mostly by people I am being ignored
I’m not blaming only that person but also me
How could I lower it so much - my self-esteem?
Believe me, in all this I had nothing gained
I have just been accused as wrong and tamed
I have nothing more now to say
Other than just this that I’ve never had anyone with me to stay
Neither a friend nor any lover
But I think now love is something I’ll never think over
I’m done with society
With everyone’s mentality
I am done with not only that memory
But I’m completely and totally done, with me.
Written by
Khyati Pareek  17/F/India- NCR
(17/F/India- NCR)   
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