Blankets are getting warmer,
Blank sheets are getting common,
Battling myself in a silent corner,
Babbling so many fake emotions,
"You think its easy to do this or that"
Its not I know but you should learn to how to let it go,
I get bothered by little things,
Because things dont put a tearing show,
You think I am mean, yes I am,
You think I am dumb, yes I am,
I might be the most idiotic person you would have met,
But trust me you not different from what saw,
Because the truth is you wanted to see someone who treats you wrong,
These lines are all over the place, yes I know,
But so are my tears, scrambled all accross the floor,
These thoughts are busting my brain, my eyes are falling out,
You might read this once and forget about it later,
But I feel it everyday, it became my second nature,
I dont know if I should end this,
Or leave it on its own,
Just the way I did with my emotions,
Just the way they did my commotion,
Just the way you will with my poem,
Just the way everyone else do with my existence.
