Don't I even deserve this much? Was it too much to ask from others? Maybe it was my fault to expect people to treat me the way I treat them—giving them importance, listening to their worries—when I myself need someone to talk to. But just because they were down, I stood by their side, supporting them, hiding my problems with a smile. There are certain things I save for special people (well, at least, according to me). They do the same with others. And here I am, such a fool, restricting myself from doing those things, even though I had a million chances. But I never did, just because I planned it with them. Was it too much to ask for? Don't I even deserve this much? I don't even know if they will notice or feel anything about me not being around. Don't I at least deserve 5% of what I give? Why is it always me who gives, and why is it always one-sided? Will I ever be on the receiving end?
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The Unsaid Thoughts
PoetryThis book is a collection of my free verse poetry, written in both Tamil and English. I usually write when I'm sad, and it helps me overcome those feelings. Writing poetry is my coping mechanism. These poems are my raw emotions and thoughts, unspoke...
