Dark Mind Games

I love myself

I am that exquisite and jaunty

Striking and fearless

Bold but sometimes rendered powerless,

For I get plucked by people

Shamed to death

Like a beautiful rose being plucked into oblivion

And tortured to nothingness,

Being objectified as tool

Hapless and strewn

Among the torrents of narrow-mindedness

Darkened with fear and hopelessness,

I can hear those voices aloud

Stares and hushed talks

Rude comments and more

They try to judge me

And make me feel less than more…



Author: Shivani
Email: navychildrenschool@gmail.com
Author Bio: Lover of books. Spends time gardening and listening to music.


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