just what
am I meant to do
am I supposed
to lie
to pretend
smile and hide

or do you
want me to run
cry in the arms of
a stranger
a friend
honestly

am i
meant to live
exist like this
forever
ten more
years of hell

or do i
submit to pills
and therapy and
hope
one day to
be fixed

to be
made better by
magic and whispers
hazes
and drugs
can it work

and what
even is better
i have no real
comprehension
of another
life

*© Tara India.