By Anshika Dhaka
Free tickets to show of my failure
Sit at the front
Put me on a pedestal
Judge my world
Watch me trip and fall
Extend your hand
To push me down the rabbit hole
Laught it off Or magnify my mistake Pick me apart
And cut out the pieces you hate.
Rewrite my script
While I lay on the ground
But I stare at the sky
With dreams in my eyes
You insult my work
Punch me to the ground
Spit blood and teeth fall out
I'll smile toothless
There's no giving up
Collect the scars on my back
Like badges of honour.
So I stand again
I shoulder the smiles of my loved ones
Can't let them down.