By Priyadharshini Mani
Wandering everywhere without a light, with a name of lazy resting on my head.
Crying in pain from my bleeding wounds, I'm being dramatic was what they said.
The word 'problem' from my lips was closed with 'Everyone has' seal.
Branded as disappointment for being lost in darkness without any heal.
Discarded as useless while I was battling demons in my mind.
Called me insane when the screams made me all blind.
Even the moon that walked with me turned its back.
Yet, I'm still holding on to this withered little plant with crack.
With every single tear, I water the roots.
In the silence of night, my heart still shoots.