Tied in a knot is my foreign tongue.
It hides in big crowds
Where the locals view me like a show.
Put to shame,
I want to flee,
But I am turned, lingering back.
This world calls me like a friend.
For so long, we felt like frenemies.
Though, the other world knows my routines.
My lingo,
My ways.
I cannot abandon the other and just remain with one.
Both have shown me pain.
Both have outweighed the other on different days.
I wave to the foreigners.
They stare at me.
I may look like them,
But fail to be like them.
I check on the world I was born in,
It hits me with bills, but familiar walls.
The cold front meets the hot.
Caught in-between two worlds,
I will stay.
As I am growing older, I find a way
To balance and somehow please both.
No pro, but I cannot avoid such episodes.
I wave again to the foreigners.
Shy smiles are the responses.
I look back at my first world,
A brave fist in the air.
It tells me to keep trying.

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Revisiting my thoughts: Poem from within [Vol 4] *RE-EDITS IN PROGRESS*
RandomVarious themed poems inspired by real life, relatable and personal experiences and topics. ***Disclaimer: Any media used is not owned by this author