I'M My Enemy
Immune to judgement;
I run away from my happy days,
can't believe I could have hapiness too.
though words hurt a lot more,
they heal a lot more too.
There are days when i feel most alive,
im too scared to disturb that beehive
that sphere of my life.
I wish to change,
want new beginnings;
but what if the stings kill me before i can see it?
I search for some semblance of humanity,
but all i see is clouds of vanity
repelling each other since we're all the same
I dont know what to say.
Copyright © Ziya Oberoi | Year Posted 2023
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