Struggling through with,
What you think of me.
I became not myself,
But somebody I thought,
You would like.
I acted & acted & acted more,
For you to notice me somehow.
I did everything,
To make you mine.
Apparently, You didn't like the actress,
So, you never peeked into
The real me.
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ACHES [Wattys Winner 2015]
PoetryAin't we drowning but still floating in our complexities of love and hatred, happiness and sorrow & life and the journey. Short stories and poetry about true living i.e living through an ache and coming out of it. Want to meet my words in versatile...