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Not In Straight Line

*pic courtesy - painting taken from pinterest. I am telling you I am not perfect My bed is messed up all day long I have been said I am nothing but wrong My voice cracks open a tragic song My closet has clothes that don't fit me There are times when even my dog doesn't sit with me I am telling you Life is not supposed to be.. What you want to see.. I have been thrown out, shouted at, made fun of,  everytime I want to change and be free.. I have been called arrogant, stupid, mad, with ideas that shatter... I discovered things that no one in the room thought but only if it could matter.. I am telling you That people aren't perfect and nor they will ever be... If you wait for them to align You will be the one being struck out of line Don't think every criticism is fine Some are horrific with absurd design So what if I am not perfect I can tell that imperfection is abstract Breaking the rules is not nodding to solicitations I have tried, failed, then tried back ...

Forget






Days don’t go easy..
Stare longer or Stay Shut.
Whatever you do..
It’s going to hurt.


Choice is dubious..
Relentlessly infectious.
Wherever you go..
It will give you bruises.


Tears are auxiliary..
With unavoidable reasoning.
Even before you realize..
They pretend to suffice.

Memories take you back..
The very moment you slack.
One Last time you fight..
To set your stage upright.


Collect thoughts..
In hand molded pots.
Buried into your soul deeper..
Forget and smile for you are no weeper.

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