There is a world, a part of my abode,
Where I am, hidden.
Crouching, beaten, defeated,
Confined, quiet & intense.
Inadequacy of my life,
Confines me here,
My doors are locked,
& the only knock is, of my insecurities.
I breathe raucously,
Trying to satiate the rage,
Muffled screams of my soul,
Never reaching my voice.
This here is in the basement of my abode,
The same home where you come & go,
Walk through bright painted corridors,
Creaking hardwood with happy steps.
I am locked down in here,
What is there with you is an illusion,
The one you live with,
Is a specimen of who I want to be.
I wish you understood, you knew,
But not really,
The real me isn't for you.
It doesn't belong to this world's face,
Just born in the wrong time, in the wrong place.
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LoveLorn
PoetryTorn between the love for you and love for self, I am yet to decide. If my soul.. can live without you & live for me alone. But that's where the problem lies, I am stuck on you, And the one side lies. For the love in my heart for you and for me, I a...
