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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 ...

Forget

Don’t come near me..
I might as well forget you.
Stop looking for me..
I might as well forget you.
Don’t look out for me..
I might as well forget you.
Stop Popping by..
Withholding sigh.
Sweaty feet..
To a chaotic beat.
Don’t you ever look back..
I might as well forget you.
Don’t you ever think what happened..
I might as well forget you.
Don’t you walk alone..
I might as well forget you.
Don’t you pretend you are listening..
I might as well forget you.
Don’t know when..
Don’t know why.
I am trying hard not to retrace..
Cease my gallop into haze.
Following the bursted empty blaze..
Smoke choking into my arms.
But I can’t possibly forget..
The last gaze.
Yes I still..
But I will.

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