The Bitter Truth Poem by Pratikshya Satapathy

Sure its deadly
How I am surviving so far?
Why so pain and sufferings
What I am living for?
Cursing myself n laughing over my fate
I wanna stop them but my steps drag me backwards
And there is an anger which extinguishes later onwards
Screaming and shouting, they
Wanna tear me off to pieces
I am standing hopeless
With no traces of emotions
Yeah its my donation
And they are eating all parts
Laughing at me in mass
Successful in their wants
May be forcibly or with cruel intentions
Playing tricks or fake convinces
Or rolling down of tears or begging to do
I wanna stop them but my steps drag me backwards
And there is an anger which extinguishes later onwards
So I am thinking to be reluctant
But what are its practicalities
Victim of relations
Every time I am killed
Say it as for friends or for parents
Where is my identity? ?
Where is my life going on? ?
Does anybody ever think of it
Or could ever later think of it? ?
And I easily found my answer
Is there any chance of alteration? ?
And I easily found my answer
Tired of thinking questions
I just agreed with static answers
Static answers are all I have to hear
Showing me the track to return
Back in to toxicity
Yeah it’s the truth.
BITTER TRUTH…………