(Image Courtesy : My beautiful friend, Manisha.)
I intimidate people with my silence,
Infuriate them with my insecurities
Swear them off my care,
Nauseate them with my fears .
I fold and crush like a tissue ,
But yearn to be refined without any excuse.
I grow under layers of grimace ,
But hold on to memories for days
I crib, I cry .
I hurt, I try .
I approve some punches to make things right.
I fail , I’m extreme .
I choke, I scream.
I hate sitting on a floor so dry,
But I swear, I’d be worth a try.
To hold my mess together ,
Cause it’s better late than never.
Thank you for reading 🙂 @quiescentlistener