Treasure Island

Syed Misbahuddin

(22- 7-1998 / Pallavaram, Chennai)

Teenage emotions


In these strange days, I’ve got a fear
That I’m am not by myself, complete
My heart says something’s lacking here
You are by yourself but incomplete

Just like the stories I’ve been told
I feel lonely and like I can’t go on
And like I badly need a hand to hold
And a comfy shoulder to cry on

It’s funny how, in teenage years
We feel lonely even amongst a hundred guys
As pearls fall down as tears,
It feels like no one is to me, being nice

But think me not like the vain multitude
Because I know you know and see the pain
And you know I try to get to you (God)
You are closer to me than my jugular vein!

Submitted: Monday, July 08, 2013
Edited: Monday, July 08, 2013

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