The Monolouge Of A Problem Child

The Monolouge Of A Problem Child

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You don't know me, you know the me I've constructed in a lab. Spending hours and hours attempting the perfect formula for love. Know not to bring up my rocky past or family struggles. Know not to bring up my uncle's death or how I spend all my time crying. I'm with you because I want you to be the one but I'm scared because you dont know the real me, not really. You know of my love for wrestling and that I want nothing but success. You know of my high hopes for the future but not of my past struggles. You know not of the years of scars scattered across my body, not of how I hate my personal attributes.you know if my love for Hairy Potter but not of how many tears they've made me shed. You know i have a tendency to look for the light in behind everyone's eyes, but not that I've lost mine.
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growing up and growing apart sometimes people who really love you have to leave you for your own good and it's okay to grow apart holding on to things that hurt isn't a wise choice They broke up in college but now are forced into an arranged marriage Will the sparks fly again or........ ••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• Wrong place, wrong time, wrong people, right man Surrounded with unfortunate events, unfortunate people Those slim waists, slim faces, long hair and long nails Those long legs, large hands, fluffy hair and beaded bracelets They don't belong together last days, best times, red hands and playing fights Social priorities, diwali parties, arm wrestling and life stories That's the closure I needed Searching the crows, you stand tall, stand out Walking out of that building with hurt hands and burnt minds scholar badge, scholar board, Council badges and red coats brown pants,white shirts, black shoes and red ties Sprawling crowds, yellow buses, red rickshaws and black cycles ice cream man, Mother Dairy, white vans and red lights Saw you walking on the footpath with rolled up sleeves with few friends I wouldn't wish I would be there I couldn't wish I could be there Could you be specific who do you like? Blinding lights, goodbyes, Friday promises and exam time White walls, black boards, blue desks and A/C nobs Sweet memories scattered in my head Teardrops all over my bed These are the things I'll never forget And that's the price I paid cover credit: pinterest

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