The Ink Of Her Emotions

No one knows

Introvert
I called my self
Proud lil girl
They called me
What's with not socializing
And being labelled proud
To do with my fears
Of speech to people.

I fear that which I may utter
Could be out of context
Could be obnoxious
Could be judged
And not thought of right
For a teen of my age
In a society of the likes
Which I happen to live in.


No one my age
For me to associate
In those family gatherings
And when I'm left to myself
Crouched in the corner
Just me and my thoughts
Analizing those around
I'm called proud.


Why may that be?
Coz I've learnt a lil of the dheen?
And choose to stay away
From all the gossip mongers around
If I would have been given the choice
I'd rather choose to socialize
Rather than sitting there
Doing nothing at all..


No I don't wanna be a part of
The frequent gossip circles
Talking about the lives of
Every Tom dick and Harry
Picking on the faults of
People, when they have
Many faults of their own
To realize and grow out from


I don't wanna be a part of earning
The displeasure of my Creator
I don't wanna be a part of
Ridiculement and agony
I don't wanna be made fun off
Neither do I like to be praised
And talked about, which well,
They know nothing about.


How can you judge people
When you don't live their lives..
There's many aspects of me
No one knows about
There are buried emotions
Of the people of the world
That the people who frequently
Talk about them, knows nothing of..


Why talk about another's life,
When you're life is what
You've gotta talk about
When your life is what
You've gotta reform,
Change and brighten up
To bring in a better you
For a better world.



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Yup, long time no see.. I've written after so long today, I've honestly no idea what made me write, but I'm glad I did..

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Much love,

Meela.

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