This isn't really a part of the collection. With some time left before my next story gets published, I thought that I would post this to make the wait better. In India, with so many exam results revealed, some of you may be going through a rough patch of depression and disappointment. I hope this helps and inspires you.
You say that I'm pretending
And that I have it so good
How dare I feel this much?
And I wonder
Have you ever seen the world through my eyes?
Did you see the grey exterior?
And the endless floods
The weight on my shoulders
And everyone's expectations?
Honey, when I return to the world,
I'm returning as a failure
And the one thing I had going for me has disappeared,
And now I've become truly... average.
And everybody around me has something
But here I'm left with nothing.
And yet you see my exterior,
And see fit to judge my interior.
Now I have sunk to the bottom
But the only way left is up
So I will climb the peaks
And even if I fall down,
I will rise back from the dead
And when I'm on the top
And see the sky in colour
I won't forget the greys
I'll never forget the haze
And I will get there
So when they talk about me
They'll finally say,
"It's her, so I can't say I'm surprised; I knew she would do it."
And no one would say sweet lies to console me
They would laude me in genuine awe,
I will be an equal among them.
So armed with this knowledge,
When I walk into the world tomorrow,
I will raise my head high; no tears in sight
Because I am a failure
For now.
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