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Pebbles Apr 2011
Once I thought we were friends
You know the kind
Who would watch each others backs
Offer a few kind words through the darkness
A cosmic hand to hold
when the family I had created around me
couldn't understand
or even hear my screams for help
Not that you heard me screaming for help
You didn't need to
You just had to be there
Needing
I think it strange how friendship can mean so little
How do we fall away
How in fact do we crawl through the misunderstanding
There is much I don't understand I guess
So I leave you measages
Which you never answer
I think of you
Hidding in corners
Watching from spaces
Looking within moments
The surreal
Is the fact that I know very soon your come out
From your hidding place
You who are your own prisoner
I will count to five now
And then I will expext to hear your voice
Will I hear it I wonder
Vani Gupta Jun 2018
Expectations and expectations
as soon as i was born till my cremation
burdening me with its weight
such a pressure it creates
everybody has some expextation from me
all come flooding over me like that open sea
what ifs cloud my mind
what if i am not able to do it and what if they minds??
and then  after every expectation they want me to fulfill
they still ask me my reason for depression
when i fail  thay ask me-
"I didn't expext this from you my dear little honey bee"
i am scared to see that dissaponted face
that look of sheer grimace
and ****! they still ask me the reason of my depression
expectations and expectations

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