POEM- DEVIL DUSTER

 

everythings perfect 

just like daisy sunset 

sunrise? rain? 

i dont know 

i am just trying to figure it all out

a feeling i carry on for days

sometimes for months 

is maybe i am missing it all out

maybe i am in wrong path

maybe this all just didnt feel that right?

people judge me for all the things i do

kid back then,i was told to speak less

older i get, the less real friends i ought made

seeking approval? validation? praise?

no, i just wanted a real good taste

i used to eat alone

everyone laughing cause i got no friendship bracelets

if i had a friend, i would 

see how long would it take to bite me again

joking everyone had on me

making me think its normal

looking at me now

those whispers dont change

but i do my thing, is to cut it all out

as far as i go, the less my passion grows

i am not a good poetesss, as i aspire to be 

my writings are more personal then what it should be

i cant read few poems, without letting it all out

all i am trying is to be someone, my liitle self be so proud of

i keep failing, i fail everytime

i dispoint myself, each time i take a drive 

nothings perfect

i just pretend that it is

i am not happy, that i know i should be

its a storm, a devil duster

its perhaps not that bad, that i feel that it is

sad for being hurt by people all the time

sad for not being 'that girl'

someone,my little self would be proud of

i cant carry the weight of envy i feel now

of someone that is now living a dream 

that once i was really fond of 

                    - Aditi Singh