By Sanika Mudgil
From loosing my charm,
To loosing my battle
It's true things are sometimes difficult to handle.
From crying in booths to letting the looters loot my self confidence.
I pry at myself wondering what have I became.
Took advice which was not meant for me,
Stopped my breaths so others could breathe.
Oh so the marks were less when I was in 10,
They said they were in shock it wasn't 10.
You were meant to be perfect,
Limited my dreams and asked me to reflect.
Was at the bottom of the chart,
Still my heart was striken by their dart.
Oh they say all is given to you ,
Oh I say try be me and then tell whether you found the treasure which you believed.
Leveled up two but mind still at start,
The world still chanting I overthink and pretend to have a broken heart.
And when I speak about life in my view
delusion is what it is called, just a preview.
Oh I hope I live on , but oh they say earn if you wanna go on .
People who broke me might be damaged themselves, healing was not their mission rather found joy in breaking already built mansions.
I end as it ends -the time
If I speak they shall loose their minds,
Hence I write
Hence I write