Shut Up! Shut Up!
Words- My words.
They penetrates my brain daily,
Antagonizing my stimulus
When they should be supporting me.
'You'll never make it,
Those goals are too high,
Cut them;
You are weak and meek,
There's none you seek that you will ever reap.'
Shut up! Shut up, Shut up!
Stampede of thoughts
Voices- In my head
Words- In the inner me
Questioning my permanence
As I reflect on my actual existence.
Words- tattooing my mirror
So that all that I can see
Is this veil
That they thrust at me.
But what if they are right?
Maybe, I should set lower goals,
I'll definitely have less to uphold.
What if I'm useless?
What if they are right?
Words they penetrates my brain daily
Questioning my actual existence,
As I traverse another phase of life tense.
A nice poetic imagination, Roshana. You may like to read my poem, Love and Lust. Thanks
Words penetrate and they antagonize your stimulus. Words are magical and they scribble thought. An amazing poem is wisely penned and shared...10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Thank you Jazib Kamalvi and Kumarmani Mahakul