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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 ...

The Why

I often imagine myself..
At the top of a hill.
Sitting still..
With my legs dangling down…
Sweeping the whole town.
While all I do..
Is to see the clouds floating by me..
With the faces that I met..
Some drops made me wet.
Some undoubtful debt..
Some charmingly abrupt..
Strangely never did they interrupt.
But flew by..
Giving out a sigh…
Feel the wind giving me a nudge.
Looked back till the edge..
Where the ground meets the sky…
And the shadow meets the why.

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