you hear the word alone,
a vibe knocks out the sad and dull face
of the spine but why,
tell your nerves to shut up,
its not a crime,
if you are so embarrassed or bored
being in your own,
I wonder how you can even walk
your shadow on the road,
under the stars, a corner, a book,
hard, heavy, ballads, soft, metal and rock,
empty room, no chatty mood, spiral thoughts,
warmth of the moon,
its not miserable or blue, its beautiful,
ask the depressed,
agony is not being a loner or a social butterfly,
then why this discrimination
and prejudice?
its not about the number of friends
but are you your own or
are instagram followers enough
to get you up from bed?
its not about the face but
the shadow that follows,
the one you can't escape,
its your heart that beats to keep you alive,
society is just one forest in the wild
but your life,
that's freakin' you!
© Pragati Jain