Riya Jain
Was I always like this ?
Always thinking,
Never present in the moment.
Always a reason escape , never to live.
Was I always like this ?
Always worrying,
Never ending theories running in my head.
Always a reason to think, Never one to stop and breathe.
Was I always like this ?
Always trying to run away,
For the best or for the worst.
maybe from the fears or maybe from uncertainty,
Always a reason to run, never to be saved.
Was I always like this ?
Always quiet,
Left alone or excluded.
Always an option , never the choice.
Was I always like this ?
Always forgetting,
Every memory, good or bad.
Always a distorted perception of reality, never a favourite memory.
Was I always like this ?
I wasnt ,right ?
Did I have a moment of peace ?
Did I breathe instead of dying ?
Did I stay instead of running ?
For once? Or twice ?
Or was I always like this?