I was going through a rough copy, where I saw three lines (actually the three bold lines that are written below, along with the bracket) that I wrote long time ago. Few months to be exact. So I continued it yesterday night.
This is called bits and pieces simply because I took bits and pieces of my different experiences and life to write it down. Every line has a memory attached to it.
Sweet memories, Childish laughter
(behind lies the pain into void, a barrier from yourself)
Giggling smiles and innocent confusion
(trial to fit in and belong, confusion of your own identity)
Silent avoidance and compliance to authority
(trying to save yourself from your silent screams)
Obedience and emitting confidence
(swirling in whirlpool of doubts and insecurities,
sprinkling with fear, anxiety and overthinking)
Telling you're worthy and loved
(hiding negativity inside and from you, doubting how long till its over)
With a confident look, arms crossed
(restricting the flow of emotions and thoughts inside you)
Those curious eyes and rosy cheeks
(The screaming tears flowing through the cracks)
The curly hair and a happy life
(comparing and focusing on weaknesses to become strong enough to fix family life)
With smiling faces all the time
(Burrying emotions inside, trying to live those smiles)
And with people by their side
(Who cares of toxic friends-)
Oh! What an ideal life!
(-when you have a toxic life...)
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Candid Heartstrings
PoésieThe candid beats of a heart The unfiltered voice inside That finally sets it's free Let me present a mere display of words Behind which, hides memories, anguish, fears, dreams and tears Let's have a view of The poetries I wrote for myself The quot...
