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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 ...

Numb

Let a bunch of people break your heart..
Get a crowd to laugh while you start.
Let a mob muffle you to squeal..
Get an audience trapped under your veil.
Let innocence withstand on it’s own..
Get bravery engraved in your bone.
Let doors open to coward eyes..
Get people to stare all over your lies.
Let walls be penetrable..
As strong pillars get vulnerable.
Let freedom lurk..
Silence sulk.
Memories collapse..
And a mere touch get invisible.
Stand right there..
As the light goes dimmer.
Barging into the darkest dungeon..
Is the fear left alone.
Conscience pitch black..
Emotions succumbed and gullible.
You cease defining moments..
Leading your way to the incorrigible.

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