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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 ...

Invisible

Do you see me?
I walk past..
Followed by my cast.
Found myself locked up.
Do you hear me ?
Listen to the silence..
Beating up your conscience.
Drops out a sigh..
Tipping over a lie.
Why deny?
Do you seek me ?
A myth..
Covered in a muddy sheath.
Luring need.
To get a warm feed.
Did I dissolve..
Or cold as an Ice.
Did I evolve..
Or rolled like a dice.
Am I indifferent ?
Or Incoherent?
Too close to the door..
To miss the knock.
Too far from the shore..
To miss the rock.
Do you think ?
Constantly at every blink..
Across roads I seek many strangers..
Across words eyes seem humble.
Faces open up..
With hidden smiles.
Gullible wisdom..
Trapped in freedom.
The only way out..
Be Invisible.

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