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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 Pencilbox

There was a time..
When all I could wish for was a Pencilbox..
A shiny one..
With buttons..
To press and impress..
Swirling like the dress.
Dreaming night and day..
Where every second the thought would stay.
How I could land into this box full of play.
I ended up never owning one..
But suddenly that wish..
Seems to be now an innocent display..
Where wanting wasn’t owning per say.
And now even when it’s over and beyond the Pencilbox..
All that’s left over..
Is why can’t I have the things..
That I had back in the day..

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