My Own Space (Part-2)


They say it's so big but mine ends inside these 4 walls

I hear so many voices but what i see are just empty halls

I thought i was important but now i feel like a doll

The people who broked my trust are just some goofballs

Who can't even use there hands to scratch cause they dont have any balls!


They say it's a colourful world but all i see are black and white

They pointed towards my old friends but now i get near sight

Everybody thinks they are smiling but what i see are sharp fangs

And they expect me, with them to do what! Shake hands? your dreams


That is why i created my own space 

No matter what i dont have to act fake

I can do whatever the fuck i want

No one can see it and i dont have anyone to hide from.

  • Author: Harshit (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: September 11th, 2022 13:30
  • Category: Unclassified
  • Views: 12

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