Vintage

The Among

It was because of the peer pressure that she became the being and not esteemed to be one, been was what she became.

It was because of inferiority complex that she decided to be among and join the tide of suffering that was covered by a beautiful embroider curtain of hatred, lies, lust not love, lust.

It was because of wanting to follow the song that she joined to be among; the among of want, the among waiting and wanting for love, wanting and waiting to free themselves from among, the among that has been chained to the wall of the beautiful curtain.

In tears, hate, regret, lies and blind eyes, she cries to a beautiful melodious tune that she hears outside of the beautiful curtain. She needed love but found lust, wanted more freedom but became a prisoner.

It was because of wishes in her mind that she joined the forms of these people.

She joined the dangerous weapons of warfare that ever fought the beautiful minds of people carrying marks of hurt on her face. They were those ones who had no variety but fought for the slightest way and mind just to get themselves, they were those ones who tagged themselves better and others stupid and low-key girls idiots and their debtors who owed them not more than some little change rugged, finished and sold.

She joined wishes of compromised, evil deeded people who in turn had nothing for her; no love, no life, no wish, nothing, no dish. No sweet thing to eat.

All she needed was love, to be accepted, to be free, to never be shut up, to be in a world of greater beauty. 

she never understood. 

She never understood that she will be always better than them even in a million years; the blind caste was folded and deepened into her eyes to get to the bitter end of her mind and left her for no good.

She was crept up with the lies and the low-key guise, the inferiority complex crept into her mind bits by bits.

She needed a savior, a savior who was indeed called to save, who was truly sent to save but all she saw was eve being the same eve. Repeating history, repeating questions, repeating destiny.

She never understood.

Now trapped in a world of lust, lies, deceit, where trouble greets her as a friend and torments her to the never end and its as if she needs love but nothing comes.

When she will finally fall apart, she will see it as a miracle, a miracle to start all over not to fail but to cry, try and live with the experience. Telling tales.

So, she lives like a fantasy.

In her own world of regret, hatred, lust, shame where only darkness eats her; she becoming infinity plus one needing of someone's love.

But something happens....