Misfit Poem by Eshita Hatwal

I'm a misfit, I thought.
The one who quarrels everyday,
With one and all...
Relationships I cannot sustain.
Friendships I cannot retain.
The four walls suffocate me,
Convinced that it's not where I belong
but, if not here then where?
Judge me for the cuts I have,
The scars I hide,
For they seem so ugly, no?
Don't worry! I'll not show them.
Neither the ones on my hands,
Nor the ones on my thighs.
Wanting to quit everything for once
Would then anyone care enough to care?
I cry, I cry, I cry.
I die, I die, I die.
Strong yet breakable...
Happy yet dejected...
I'm a misfit, I thought.