Staying alone at times,
Helps me to hide without a trace,
I wish to take a day off,
From running in every day's race.
I wasn't ready to wake up,
I knew I felt depressed that day,
I was bothering myself enough,
To affect all that I wanted to say.
I wasn't really feeling good,
So I tried staying away from the crowd,
Yet those voices of my head,
Kept criticising me aloud.
I felt unwanted,
I couldn't stop myself from crying,
Even at the toughest time,
I knew that I kept trying.
I wanted to shine,
Besides feeling exhausted of this burden,
While moving towards the sunshine,
I preferred raising every curtain.
The same gossips and same discussions,
Goes every day all around,
I started hating voices,
I felt disinterested to hear people sound.
They are interested in my life,
More than me and my loved ones will ever be,
I can't discuss their lives all day,
At least I am not that free.
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In the mean time [ A Poetry Collection ] #wattys2019
PoetryThe book contains the type of literature that conveys a thought, describes a scene or tells a story in a concentrated, lyrical arrangement of words to communicate with your inner world.
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