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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 ...

Wall

That’s how tall..
Is the wall.
Between you and me.
Speaking friendly..
Tweaking repeatedly..
Hypothetical analogy..
Hiding behind..
Akwardly opening a single blind.
That’s why..
You ask.
What is with the wall?
To which I retreat..
Suitably as I greet..
Promising a reply..
Until the next fall.
Glad there’s the wall..
To handle the apphall..
A stranger’s call..
Is nowhere to be considered..
Maybe peep through the keyhole..
To avoid any immediate stall.
Looking through the wall..
A whole world that was found across..
Wasn’t struck small..
Kids playing..
Kites flew through the sidewalk..
Cloud soaring..
Cheerful crowd uproaring..
And that’s not all..
If only I could get to the other side of the wall..
Where stories..
Walk past the river..
Listening to which..
I can only stand out in cold and shiver

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