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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 ...

Pity

When you took a look at me..
What did you feel ?
You never said..
I never asked..
Now that you are gone..
I think whether I should have.
Wonder what those eyes..
Took off me..
Loitering by my side..
They used to ease by me.
Now that you are gone..
I think what they did though.
Not every soul digs deeper..
Not every one you meet is a keeper..
Eagerness in one’s eyes..
Gives in to trouble..
Narrow is the resist..
Wiser are amiable.
Now that you are gone..
I think you sure did.
When you looked at me..
You found your fool.
When you stood out on me..
You still had your fool..
Figuring out questions..
While all the answers..
Had faces drawn all over me.

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