Uncertainty has its claws deep in me,
I am enraged by the indecisiveness that has taken over me.
I want to be assured, but you cannot have it unless you are doing your best.
How to do your best when you have no way forward or no path to pave?
Hard work never pays unless you are brilliant or privileged.
The world is cynical, and I am a mere observer
There is no place for the ordinary minds like us.
"You are perfect"
Perfection is only deemed when you do what Is being told.
You are of no significance if you seek for contentment of your own,
Must fulfill everyone's obligations before considering yours.
You are a nobody unless you fit in the criteria of honorability,
It is a brainwashing scheme to strip us from our individuality.
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Apricots In The Afternoons
PoetryA collection of original poems. . . . . . . Some may contain mental health related issues so please if you are not comfortable with those you can always skip :)
