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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 ...

Childish




I trip..
Take a loud sip.
Cover my face,
With colored strip.
Splash paint,
Act faint.
Melt Ice,
Sound wise.
Burp louder,
Staring harder.
Love cuddles,
Blowing bubbles.
Counting stairs,
Follow flair.
Smell rain,
Embrace pain.
Mock role-play,
Hand figures of clay.
Tackling mortal,
Ignoring morale.
Acting cordial,
Reveal chances.
By hidden glances,
A story commences.
With sheer past tenses,
Until a dream comes true.
By the power of virtue.
Skip to your only one,
Don’t be left out alone.
As life is a submissive clone,
Tends to grow deeper into an aggressive tone.

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