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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 ...

Drenched

Sitting right at the center of the road..
As her sleeves wiped tears..
Soaking wet was her face getting cold.
Feets all tied up..
Though wanting to ride way..
Looked at the dazzled water puddle..
Trying to cuddle it’s way..
Falling apart were her memories..
Turbulent endless stories.
Heart broken..
Unspoken..
Voices utter…
Drenched as wet paper..
Picking up which..
What remains is soggy tatter..
Folded..
As she scolded..
Doesn’t matter..
Good thing that has ended..

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