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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