The End

I sit alone. I am observant.
Although I am quiet, inside me, I am trying to fight against what is normative and fixed.
I am blinded by a rush of feelings that cultivates blurry decisions.
I am confused and my feelings are mixed.

So many expectations to fulfill.Some heavy some light.
As delicate as a string of pearls on a chain.                         .
Drowning in inner turmoil and plight.
Can’t just everything be washed away by the rain?

They said its a game, I denied.
They said its tough, I defied.
Under the weight of errors and expectations,today,
I have lost. Yet I survive.


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