I'm so done with all this negativity,
Shrieks and taunts is all I hear,
This wearies my soul I swear,
I know what is behind the mask that everyone wears,
But still I can't take it off and all that takes off my eyes is tears,
Trickling down my face,
No one to pull me in their embrace,
Here I'm crying in solitude,
For all the love I've given,
Always towards something appalling I'm being driven,
Shouting at the top of their lungs,
And then, crying themselves out,
And here I'm weeping silently,
Trying to hide what I'm feeling,
Crying in fear that someone would know,
Seriously, how can someone around me stoop so low?
At least, they are able to let it all out,
And here I am suppressing what I'm feeling,
Not people, but agony is what with which I'm dwelling,
All the eyes are on those who are victimizing themselves,
And yet again, my pain scribbled on a paper getting thrown in the bookshelves,
Call me a person craving for attention?
Yes, I want that, I'm craving for being taken care of and being attended to,
I feel so neglected and that's true,
The way people I'm close to change their hue is unimaginable,
Having more colours than those in a crayon box making me wonder whether they have ever heard of the word stable,
And Here I am, yet scribbling my pain on a sheet of paper,
I personally think that this is much better,
Rather than ranting to people for sympathy,
I'm a fool to even think that they'll understand me,
This sheet of paper at least listens to me without questioning,
Not only taking in my painful words but my tears mixed with my pen's ink this paper is absorbing.

© poetriyabhagwani