Inner Conflicts
I never thought about being here,
Merely as an option.
To someone, I can’t adore
But also to the one I can’t bestow.
These waves of misperceptions,
Creates a sense of insecurity,
As I juggle myself back and forth.
Those hearty chapters now come to an end.
My broken pieces are craving to be restored,
But your hammer of rejection,
Knocks me down as I try to heal.
The turmoil within me has become unbearable,
Breaking me through.
Copyright © Arshita's World of Poetry | Year Posted 2024
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