I thought I was courageous,
I thought I was kind,
I thought I healed,
I thought I am fine.
Little did I know,
My mind would shatter.He, the cold-blooded killer,
Seeks me, whose mind fell apart.
My father said, they shall laugh,
My father said in silence,
She is insane.I wonder who are 'they'?
Why would 'they' laugh at the one in the light?
Now I know they're the society,
My father is the society,
My friend is the society,
My brother is the society,
Everyone I held dear to is the society.I thought I had someone,
Turns out I am alone.
Turns out the reality i created
Is nothing but false hope.I was running away from the society,
Had no idea the ones I love were it.
I am confused, what shall I make of this?
Where should I go?I was born different,
I was born the way I am,
I am not the version of me in your head,
Henceforth, I have no one but me.
My eyes shall seek tears for no-one but me.
My heart will love no-one but me.
My head will ache for no one but me.I thought they were special,
I thought I did not care,
But it's all gone now.
No one is special but me,
I don't think for you anymore but me,
Because this world has no care.

YOU ARE READING
Wind is Lost
PoesiaMy feelings are being written, the poems short and long, rhyming or not. A smile or a tear may drop, but I am stills lost.