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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 ...

Can I

Can I quit ..
Or Can I run.
Can I conflict..
Just for fun.
Done taking the short cuts..
Even long routes don’t bother.
It’s the crowd that smothers.
Don’t want to keep lying..
As truth is undesirable.
Don’t want to try..
Not anymore.
Let’s just make it worth the sigh some more.
For Fate is imaginary..
People are tertiary.
Thoughts make them scary..
What awaits you is death..
That’s the light on the other side of the tunnel.
What’s important is touch..
What needs to be read are the eyes.
Don’t trust words..
They are just fillers.
Making up for the emptiness..
Worse is the hands..
That hold to leave whenever.
Cause you are meant to realize..
This life is forever.

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