we are teenagers who fight. shit happens we lie;we cheat;we feel the study pressure;we fall in love and end up with a broken heart. we bitch about the bitches-drink till we pass out. Hardships are faced and loneliness hide our silent cry. Still we a...
Some decisions change the whole personality of an individual. Compromising over others sake of happiness counts loads of pressure...
She denied her instincts , Looped in a hole of society, Pulled herself out of artistic town And placed her heart in a wrong place Now on a mechanical course runs her mind.....
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She revealed her troubles:
"Carving needs of being true self exploits me! Why it's so unfair always or its just meant to be crooked. The point you start getting used to things, the only things that drives your life, which gives happiness to you are to be left behind in dome.
I don't wanna get adjusted somewhere..... where I regret to be at the first place.
I need a little bit comfort zone to exist in this non existing lifetime. Choices are hard and so are there consequences....
Im being pushed upside down in a rough way socially called as compromises. Every other person creates more stress and blunder for himself by compromising just beyond its limit. "
COMPROMISE
It's passing through every cell of my body, I'm breathing roughly as it whispers rashly. Easy easy my instincts are assuring The stars the moon are not same anymore, Nither of them smothers darkness... Voices screamed in my head , I keep pondering over places, In deepest condolences lies his creepy smile his accusations his sarcasms Closing....flickering....loosing..... all is no new ; As I track further the screams lurked louder, I tried getting rid of those, I cried even more! Insanely driving out I swept in shock, Reality kicking in bright morning view, Faces unknown gets faded away with no clue....
The day starts and living through it becomes hard! Words rambling all around are just numbing my head more. I'm whining at every instinct, Hurrying to back up my part, Staying awake - emotionalessly waiting ..... Listening to roars which my so called diplomatic career demands! Slay reason- rude people , lack of humanity strips down morals. I feel the shadow entering my body; Laughing over me , taunting me
Whispering:
It's a compromise which you choose, Which you adopted uncertainly, accepted as your faith , from whom your running - running for closure? Huffing for saviour ?? getting knocked out from freedom!!
The numbers bore holes within , Counting going on understanding numbers theories is tearing me apart. No liking towards the job , Only a mutual decision I'm following...... I roam in day dreams , Creativity is all making me lilac, Making me groom over the skies. Nurturing bit of talent I draw my ideas on rough sheets, I found peace within that time; No voice is heard - no accusations are made , I pick myself as bell goes off and next shift starts. It's all a compromise a deal people imposed, Under no obligation - under no circumstance the route killed one more enthusiastic sailor!
Again the rush took me off places, I hit ground several times dashed in trashy mounts, Picking up leftover pieces I nudged till end of day. Creeping controlling until darkness conquer sights! So I can break down in similar way as my self-confidence shatters in lights..... Part by part bit by bit the voice starts ringing again , Blurry faces occurs they all laugh at my fragile state... I learn it's my conscious speaking ; Those faces are just illusions my fears which were embedded in me by social Psychopaths! The rules they make you follow blindly, Each day you die but act to be alive , Each day you fall but act as if it was your last....
It will keep on going, these night terrors, These depressing thoughts , Those faces throughing daggers, Making fun of your failures , Of your choices because this is not the real you anymore... The botherings have changed your personality. Disorder have caused you anxieties, work appears a load which drifts liabilities... Now your suffering, Now your living, A life someone else saw for you. It's just a compromise , My inner voice alarmed by clearing shadows of my flaws!
I took shivers under cold shower, Running was no longer... Tightening my grip I passed , The compromise stole brightness of my face and gave 50 dark shades beneath red puffy eyes of mine! One page of my story turned, The never ending chapter mastered. I have to go on I'll make it till the end, So vengeance can keep track of same, So one fine day I will laugh at those faces which are sternly exploiters of my age.
It's a compromise which I choose, Which I adopted uncertainly, accepted as my faith , from whom I was running... running for closure... Huffing for saviour ... getting knocked out from freedom!!!
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