Inexpressive Me
The INEXPENSIVE Me
How inexpressive I am
I called my best friend
Was about to tell her something
That bothers me whole day.
Coz she believes in me
But, i changed that bothering thing to some other fascinating thing.
And now it's bothering me again the same way.
How inexpressive I am
I hear a lot, what I don't like
Or I don't believe matches my perspective.
But can't just say what I think is right.
Coz I just fear to hurt others.
Not to show I'm good but it's me.
Can't change me.
Atleast by listening I make them feel good.
But what about I crying at night.
How inexpressive I am
I say I am ok to everyone
And I am ok too, maybe a few time
But sometimes thoughts puzzles my mind.
Like stuck in, in a never ending labyrinth.
And if someone asks me why so.
I don't tell, as
Trust issues are behind.
How inexpressive I am
When I am alone
I do what I like.
When I am with parents
I speak what I find right.
But after crossing the circle of my people
I find no compassion full light.
It's all dark and lonely
Like the area under lamp
Even when the lamp is glowing bright.
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