The Experience
No, I'm not interested in that thing.
So what I can't draw, dance or sing?
Am I not expected to stay happy the way I am?
I know my scores aren't that high in exams?
But why on earth I have to score that high?
I couldn't care less that I'm an introvert and shy.
Yes, I hate a lot of fools.
I accept I have broken some crazy rules.
I've always given my very best.
I was never the one who wanted to rest.
I seriously don't want to do this or that.
I have no intention of running a race of rats.
Alright, I confess I'm a rebel.
Yeah, I can't ride a bicycle with a pedal.
I know I'm a crybaby.
I know I'm not that model lady.
I accept that I can be wrong at times.
I do know that sometimes I suck at rhymes.
This fate was given to be for a reason.
I'm not eccentric; I just have a different vision.
I don't have a perfect life.
I'm still messed up inside.
But I know, that's because I'm a human and we are supposed to make mistakes.
Face the hates and know, what's actually at stakes.
And that's how we experience the "experience" though.
The first step is to accept your flaws and then glow.
Copyright © Nandika Srivastava | Year Posted 2022
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