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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 ...

Weak

Tears pushing through..
But taken in.
Senses not making through..
But blended in.
Vision getting oblique..
You think you can’t do as you seek.
Breathless..
Staring restless.
Startled by the dungeon getting darker..
Pouring all night long..
Staying awake by the dripping drops.
This shouldn’t have happened..
Instead that should have happened.
Voice dampens..
Moist feets tremble.
Walking staggered..
Dragging yourself all scattered.
A sudden catch of a glimpse..
Running closer on a whim.
There’s someone you can hold on to…
There’s someone who has come for you..
Wait … that’s just you…
Looking right back at you..

Getting weak.

Standing right there meek.

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