Words that stay too long with you get distorted and attain a physical form as the years pass by,and if you don't brush them off or simply accept them. They stick to you like a shadowy ghost , sometimes when I'm alone I imagine beings of my own flesh and they frown upon me, the last time my father told me "you could've been better" and all now all I hear is "you're not enough, you're not enough".
I look up at those frowned ghostly beings and tell them to go away and soon enough my protest turns to anger and they laugh,laugh at the monster I become trying to keep them off. So now I sit and wait until they feel tired and want to leave again . But sometimes I dream of my father teaching me to do things in a gentle way and I ask him "why?" While my childish angst disfigures his every attempt to build an ideal daughter. But I just wanted to be loved.
-Tamanna.
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