IT SOUNDS ME
This is me,
as scattered and broken pieces.
Healing in
vain,
To wash out all my pain.
Hopes and
dreams in quest,
Where
there’s nothing to define my just.
That’s all
me, insane and crazed
Betrayed and
blustered.
“Is that because am a virtual?”
Coz I mind
giving people smile on their faces,
Besides only
regrets and hurdles I own till my life paces.
“Is there no
way where I can leap negativity?”
Coz it’s all
in me both magic and mystery.
I’m a
delicate and a unique soul, who bloomed in this earth
To crave for
my dinged life like the fire in the hearth.
Whilst I’m
swaying divergent and dramatic faces,
“Why they
want to wander hiding with face masks?”
There came a
point, no need to plead anyone to stay in my life.
So, This Is
Me
Maybe am
pretty, sometimes weird
But I’m not
just an ordinary.
Forbye,
you’re not the one to judge me who I’m.
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I wrote this free-verse style poem in my 7th or 8th grade. Somewhere in my middle school, I guess.
I don't exactly remember what triggered me to write this. While writing, I don't know if I was feeling disturbed or down.
But it just came out from my mind as a flow of words, maybe without specific reasons!?
After reading this, my elder cousin checked on me whether I was depressed; as the poem little dark written with agony or pain.
I was sure not, I literally searched what depression means. I laughed and said I was totally fine. I wish I say that always.
And you too!
Happy Reading!
Signing off,
Katy :)
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