ME
Srishti Bharti 2008 (Ranchi)
I know what my heart desires
Yet I don't want it
The guilt feeling can never be gone
But having blood is better than dying
The creepy stares,
The ugly laugh
Something I hate to have
The blood shot tears
The child like emotions
I wonder if I have ever grown up
The innocent heart,
The scared eyes
That every one wants
But no one can really carry the pain
Is my value worth it?
I Want to prove my value to others
Yet I'm scared
I have so much in my head
Yet I am able to hear the voices
Trying to kill
Every thing started to make sense
Yet everything is falling apart
I'm so scared
I want to go home,
Even though I'm at home.
Screaming, crying, shouting,
So much for a small heart
This darkness is swallowing me
No one is there to save me
Is this how it'll end
I don't want to know it
About this poem
The poet has so much in her heart to be able to describe it all in just one poem. Growing with people always judging you is not easy. It creates insecurity, wheather it is how you laugh or how you look. It said everything comes with a value and the poet want to prove the world that she is worth is yet she is scared to face the world. Have you ever heard voices in your head. They are very cruel, the taunt the people say are running in our heads, trying to make us all weak. As a kid we don't know what happens and we tend to believe others but as we grow up we came to the realisation but sometimes it's too late because you're already cover in darkness it's get hard to get out of people grip. Being in home is sometimes hard too. Even parents judge us, don't support us, their fighting, screaming hurts us too, we are so used to hide all our pain that it's becoming too much at some point. Every wants to be kids again but it's not so easy to do so. We are so deep in darkness sometimes but no o more »
Written on October 20, 2022
Submitted by wintermoon72008 on October 20, 2022
Modified on March 05, 2023
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Quick analysis:
Scheme | ABCDEFGEHIJKLMBANOPQRJNSSDJTTUB |
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Closest metre | Iambic trimeter |
Characters | 808 |
Words | 183 |
Stanzas | 1 |
Stanza Lengths | 31 |
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