Am I not lying that I am happy?
Am I glorifying the demons in my brain?
Am I alone in this loop?
Did this society prepared me in the manner of defaming the appropriate conditions that my mind weighs?
Calling my heart an ocean of sorrows,
With the thumping of waves inside and outside without subsiding,
Am I trained to run a rat race by this society
In the fear of standing out alone from the crowd,
Incase my feelings are heard by my own heart.
~preethi.
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