A Perfect Hypocrite Poem by Sumann Dutta

The words deafen me,
The silence suffocates me,
The music deepens my scar.

The light blinds me,
The darkness scares me,
The rainbow colors my pain.

I am thirsty for a dropp of water,
The ocean drowns me in its depth,
The raindropp saoks me in primitive emotions.

The vacuum makes me grope for air,
The wind chokes my breath
The breeze reminds me of her perfume.

I play with the letters,
I enjoy the pain and the tears,
Each day I become a perfect hypocrite.