An Egg Heart
As a sensitive personality I hold….
I tend to be easily hurt
I feel the deep pain a lot
When the close one hurt’s me most
Deep sadness and very cold
I tend to wet my eyes
Flu I suddenly develop
Migraine becomes the ruler of my head
When no one is bothered to watch
I cry loud but still no one hears my voice
Searching for that big hug
That once was given to me, without begging when I was a child
But wherever I glance now, all the doors are closed
Too say sad to say even windows are shut
It’s tiring to be blamed and be proved wrong every time
It's boring to say sorry when you are not suppose to
I need to take a deep breath
Before I make a wish
Where can I find a lovely world?
Which I would completely fit in
Tired of cleaning the floor which everyday get's dust
only when they need me they wear their innocent masks
And later say those are little things
She herself is making it look big
Everyday I forgive but until when
How sad I tend to be, it’s hard to explain
when someone hurts my heart it feels as if a needle is inserted
No matter how hard I try to forget and not to cry,
It is the more cry……
Copyright © 2010 Zainab Salim
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