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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 ...

Why Don't You ?

Why don’t you look ?
I don’t want to..
But why ?
Cause it’s a shadow..
Then why don’t you follow.
Why should I ?
Then do deny..
It’s better to just lie.
Why don’t you see ?
I can’t..
But why?
Cause there’s a dark tree..
Are you scared?
Or have you decided to flee?
It doesn’t matter..
As whatever visible is colossal scatter.
Why don’t you come ?
I won’t.
Cause the bridge is broken..
And the shallow drift has spoken.
As empty noises awoken..
Leaving an unfinished token.
But don’t ask me why..
As you said I shouldn’t choose to lie.
And even though it gives you sore..
I keep my promise ..
To stay no more.

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