Sunday, August 7, 2011

1st stanza : Sad. 2nd stanza : Sarcastic


I kept running, running and running.
Hoping to find a place that's meant for me.
I dodged and overcame every obstacle.
Left a trail of sweat.
And challenged my limits.
But still.
It wasn't enough.
I'm still not acknowledged.
I couldn't stop thinking.
Why, why and why.
That's the word that filled my head.

I don't grow up by eating glass.
And so.
I'm not invisible.
Maybe it's your cornea.
It's set to block me from your sight.
Go get a surgery done or something.
Cornea problems can lead to blindness.
By then.
I won't be the only thing you can't see.

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