I roam, I ponder and I forget.
I think again about my future,
And fantasize it.
Maybe just to escape my present.
This is teenage life,
Where I don't have an idea about what I am doing.
Just to escape the truths and the chases of life,
And accept all the in between luxuries.
A stage where I think I am the best,
And still have the most insecurities about myself.
Where I don't feel like skipping the past,
And yet enjoying life to the fullest.
Want all the fancies of the world,
And yet don't want to work any harder for that.
We have a weird self-esteem issue where we sometimes hate ourselves,
And yet think we are better than everybody..
And then that is the time when you are changing yourselves,
Into the unknown and mysterious characters of your life.
And when you grow up and look behind,
You either laugh or just cry.
YOU ARE READING
Thoughts,maybe?
PoetryI portray my emotions by my poems. I write whatever I think is right. There is this one corner of my heart from where I write my poems.
