If I ever try to narrate my past
Going through the script will be a must.
Full of random words in ugly handwriting,
Subconsciously written devoid of any meaning.
And in the middle of these lines, you won’t understand what I am trying to say.
But trust me it’s what I’ve been doing every day!
Building walls was the worst thing I ever did.
Well, it’s what you may think!
But it was the best for me
As self-doubting has made things hard for me to fit.
But there came a happy moment
So happy I couldn’t bear it anymore.
Got so afraid that I prayed to the Almighty to break my heart.
Well, heartbreaks suck!
But sadness is better, you get to feel more.
Perhaps, clinging to sadness makes me less anxious.
But I hate the feeling, the feeling of being obnoxious.
Pretending to be a pessimist never made me less optimist.
Well, expectations hurt!
So I try to wish myself better luck next time.
And luck surely has been a mirage for me!
Well, my story has just started and I am still alive and breathing,
But if I die soon then to complete the story will you think of something?