Sometimes I feel the poetry I read is for those who don't even listen it,
The books I write are for those who don't even read them,
The opinions I wrote in my articles are those which aren't even respected,
The feelings I talk about are those which never been acknowledged,
As if I'm some piece in falsely trapped life,
Who's been burdening around, someone's with her words, sometimes with her opinions, and drastic emotional intelligence,
Oh what a shame they say, she thinks so highly of herself that she dared to write it all even after we did our best to let her down,
They wrongly sidekick my existence as if I've been a part of just a part of some cringe,
Yet I do not accept their ill cognition to be my fate,
Yet I'll rise above my worth that they declared to be,
Even if I've to rise after my death just the way all greatest writers did.
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The Mad People's Dorm
Poetry"Mad People's Dorm" is a heartfelt collection of poetry that takes you deep into the emotions and thoughts of someone battling anxiety, betrayal, and inner turmoil. Each poem is a window into a mind that has faced darkness and is striving to find li...
