Kavyanjali

I fear to move on everything seems upside down I wish the time'd stand still so nothing would go against my will. I have no choice but to choose But I am afraid about what I might lose prospects of change is lame for I want everything the same. What if I made the wrong decisions and went through the worst transitions? I am afraid who I'd end up being and what I'd end up doing? But my life is how I lead it and my fate is how I read it I am the routes I take I am the choices I make.

When you call me ugly I can see the ugliness in your eyes; I can feel that drastic pride filled in your miniature size. Your words like poisoned daggers dig the deepest layers of my soul swallow the little confidence I have and let my heart burn on coal. I am tired of your cruel judgments , tired of the way you sketch my character- by the way I walk and by the way I talk; And the way you look at me with the prying eyes of a hawk. Again when you call me ugly do tell compared to what? your devilishly beautiful face? Oh please! not your stinking heart.