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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 ...

Indifferent

Someday you tell me your story..
Someday I will be all ears.
Someday you will hold me not to leave..
Someday I will hold my tears.
Somedays you will sing a song..
Somedays I will be wrong.
Somedays you push me firm..
Somedays I affirm.
Someway you broke my heart..
Someway I kept playing my part.
Someway you chose to depart..
Someway I waited before falling apart.
Sometimes you were there..
Sometimes I wasn’t.
Sometimes it rained..
Sometimes pleasant.
Sometime you look into my eyes..
Sometime I chose to be hidden.
Sometime you walked away..
Sometime I became forbidden.
Sometimes we were coherent..
But in Someway Indifferent.

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