My Own Space

EmotionsOnwhitepaper

Why is this shit getting so loud 

The only thing i hear are screamings and some strange sounds

Telling me to give up and to go die out 

You are neither usefull nor making us feel proud, proud...

 

The more i hear, slowly does the time goes

Filling up my mind and tearing me from inside just a bit slow

Nobody care asking what is that that i want

They keep spitting shit like i am a fucking robot

 

But they ain't right i m gonna prove them wrong 

so just see it to the end, dont leave me alone

 

A good living and big nose that's what you all want

For something like that you are pushing me in black holes

Never telling me on how to survive on my own

Then why did you took all the credit for something that i worked so hard for?

 

I was getting dragged in a race not of my own choice

Even then i tried my best but it made me quiet

A little love and appreciation was all that i yearned for

But what i got were only your doubts and nights full of tear drops

 

Nobody was there when i was crying my heart out

But they expected me to be with them in there hide outs (like when they feel sad or down)

I asked where were you when i felt down

You know its a straight road not a maze, and i freaked out

Now it became just a dark place that i started calling "MY OWN SPACE"

  • Author: Harshit (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: September 10th, 2022 01:58
  • Comment from author about the poem: Here they can be anyone from your life.
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  • Paul Bell

    Sometimes you've just got to be the bigger person. In saying that, we all need our own space.

    • EmotionsOnwhitepaper

      our own space is loneliness nd breakdown, realisation



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