2 am, It's time to shield myself in the blanket .
Listening to Ariana, 'Been through some bad shit I should be a sad bitch ,who woulda thought it'd turn me to a savage ssssss ' ,
Proudly pouting and taking a glance at myself in the mirror.
Somehow I managed to be the greatest actor of another day .
I was bitchy, I was savage, I passed so many sarcastic comments that button up everyone's lips.
All this time my brain was on its duty cause my feeble, hideous heart shows up at night.
Now finally my brain is at rest and my heart says ----
You pretend so well, maybe to keep me going, but...
You are locked in your own brain,
You are suffocating in me ,
Your thoughts are the hard concrete walls that wouldn't let you out.
Your age is tender, Your soul is ancient,
Your brain is too young to handle the weight of the world.
And I'm.. too fragile to stand strong.
You feel so numb,you feel so empty because the emotions in me are flowing all over the place.
Your brain has started manipulating me that I'm fine.
I neither know what I really want nor do I know what I need .
Your skin is pale but I feel paleness in me.
You are a miserable person who don't wanna accept that I'm miserable too .
All this time I'm aching while you keep up with your fake mask of bossy bitch .
I'm like a dry flower almost on the verge of death .
But I know you wouldn't mind even if I'm dead ,coz
who'd want to water excruciating pain?

© shaheen