Storm Inside Me
I am on the verge of crying
Trying very hard to be alright
Yet no success in this follow up of mine
Taking care of the words I speak
so that I don't speak out what I feel
Very conscious about everything
And handling every tiny feet
It's raining inside me
Turning storms of which I am unknown
Will be drowning till death
For the words I don't speak
Changing year changing friends
Making me believe I'm the best
But I know the rest
And still failing to make out the best
Copyright © Ruchita Sharma | Year Posted 2018
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