Out of Tune- It's Better To Be Different

The world seems to be discordant lately The dawn carries with it something to be cherished , The mind buoyant with thoughts decorated ornately Hidden somewhere in the terrains of my heart, already perished . My mind's inarticulate cry to be heard As neglected choices were left unmade, Delaying them seemed to be a better option, I preferred As my opinions were left unsaid. The hesitation in lifting the veil of my creativity Arousing a storm that might offend Others' belief In my mind, held all day and night in captivity I follow my ambitions to replace the grief. For long my voice was hushed and could not find a way But pulling me down will only make me become my better self They say .