You,

How does it feel
To smear the rainbow
That I painted with
My tiny hands.
Huh?

Then how does it feel
To laugh on my face
At the drawings made with
Whatever I had.
Huh?

How does it feel
To point to the ground
From the tiny window
Every now and then.
Huh?

Oh how does it feel
To point to the wall
With no where to go
And nothing to see.
Huh?

And how does it feel
To block my way
To the class I 'ted to join
With my little shiny eyes.
Huh?

Oh how does it feel
To break the chords
Of the' imaginary guitar
That I dreamt of playing.
Huh?

And how does it feel
Making silly jokes whenever
I couldn't connect text to reality
With all the IQ I had.
Huh?

Then how does it feel
Labelling 'talking back'
To almost every thing I wanted to know
With curious questions in my head.
Huh?

How does it feel
To call it illogical
Whenever I wanted to explain
The reasons for my actions.
Huh?

Then how does it feel
To scowl with disgust
At the pastel cake I made
With all the love and colors.
Huh?

And how does it feel
To turn a blind eye
To the book I got in
With the poems that I wrote.
Huh?

How does it feel
To ask me for the book
That my friend published
And not once what was mine.
Huh?

Then how does it feel
Praising the other butterflies
While I was happy in my corner
Hurting no one even once.
Huh?

And how does it feel
To discard all my efforts
To fit in somehow
With all the suffering inside.
Huh?

How does it feel
To shout for 'their' sake
At the broken melodies
That I could sing.
Huh?

Then how does it feel
To turn your back
Out of the blue when
All I had was you.
Huh?

Huh?
Ignorance? Inexperience?


Sorry,

For not mentioning
All the blood
You shed for me,
All the love
You had for me,
All the care
You took of me,
All the things
You got me.

For not being
The perfect person,
The pride-bearer,
The responsible one,
The settled person,
The star one,
The brave person,
The all in one,
That you wanted me to be.

For being this
Different,
Mess,
Failure,
Stubborn,
Lost,
That's just a burden.

For not forgetting
Whatever happened,
The old scars,
Your words,
Your actions,
Your reactions,
Your silence,
In exchange of whatever you did for me.

I'm sorry,
For not being good enough,
For being the bad one,
And above all, the useless.

I'm sorry...
For who I am,
For who I have become,
I'm sorry..


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