That school girl got her wings again...
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It's such a funny thing, don't be silly he added.
I went home and locked myself in,
nothing is funny when it comes to me and my beliefs, I'm drowning and I don't have the strength to stand, to look in the mirror.
I wasn't mine I was theirs, if they don't approve of it I should feel inadequate.
I never felt comfortable in my ownself. I hated each and every part of me and that hate was growing into a giant hatred day by day.
Name calling was something I could laugh off,
but words like slut and whore on the road would always frighten me when I awoke.
Where should I go and whom should I talk to?
It's turning into a catastrophe, I don't want to show up anymore.
Each morning is more frightening than it was ever before, that first step of school building only knows that I just face it with my clenched fist.
My friends are into books, exams and so am I, is it the time to tell them that I want a grasp of all thier hands, but they stand by my side so just carry on.
The other day I was walking by my school building and there was a crowd giggling, the regular school crowd of cool guys you know.
Why should I care when I know I'm someone who doesn't care, who never looks down even if a strong storm is found?
Now I don't want to shed tears and fall down.
The drama of being happy and profound should stop at the very moment it's not my knack.
Want to bully me, come I'm weak and you are strong.
Each day I questioned my potential, I'm not good enough was all I said to myself aloud.
She loves getting attention were the words I heard every now and then.
What's new in it? I'm convinced to all that and I'm in your service, is there more to bear?
I get panicked when I try to talk, they'll bully me is what my nervous system responds.
Here I see a world which accepts me for my true self
and I've been through myself.
I've had the privilege to visit a holy pilgrimage called "my deep inside".
There exists a hero with unlimited power and limitless strength.
I'll never doubt myself and belittle my tiny self who refuses to accept their rules.
People like you will never define my worth because now I know who I am.
I forgive you because it's not your fault, you reflected what you saw around which made you forget you and shamelessly hunt for people.
I feel sorry for you and for myself, I'm the owner of my contentment and my resentment.
Let us all cease this ageless business of giving our worth to be defined by him,her or they.
-Riya Rathore
I wasn't mine I was theirs, if they don't approve of it I should feel inadequate.
I never felt comfortable in my ownself. I hated each and every part of me and that hate was growing into a giant hatred day by day.
Name calling was something I could laugh off,
but words like slut and whore on the road would always frighten me when I awoke.
Where should I go and whom should I talk to?
It's turning into a catastrophe, I don't want to show up anymore.
Each morning is more frightening than it was ever before, that first step of school building only knows that I just face it with my clenched fist.
My friends are into books, exams and so am I, is it the time to tell them that I want a grasp of all thier hands, but they stand by my side so just carry on.
The other day I was walking by my school building and there was a crowd giggling, the regular school crowd of cool guys you know.
Why should I care when I know I'm someone who doesn't care, who never looks down even if a strong storm is found?
Now I don't want to shed tears and fall down.
The drama of being happy and profound should stop at the very moment it's not my knack.
Want to bully me, come I'm weak and you are strong.
Each day I questioned my potential, I'm not good enough was all I said to myself aloud.
She loves getting attention were the words I heard every now and then.
What's new in it? I'm convinced to all that and I'm in your service, is there more to bear?
I get panicked when I try to talk, they'll bully me is what my nervous system responds.
Here I see a world which accepts me for my true self
and I've been through myself.
I've had the privilege to visit a holy pilgrimage called "my deep inside".
There exists a hero with unlimited power and limitless strength.
I'll never doubt myself and belittle my tiny self who refuses to accept their rules.
People like you will never define my worth because now I know who I am.
I forgive you because it's not your fault, you reflected what you saw around which made you forget you and shamelessly hunt for people.
I feel sorry for you and for myself, I'm the owner of my contentment and my resentment.
Let us all cease this ageless business of giving our worth to be defined by him,her or they.
-Riya Rathore
I was bullied unconsciously and never addressed that feeling, why do we let people tell us our destiny? Why do we let them control our lives? Who are they to tell us what is right and what is wrong. Pink and red go together, I may look overdressed and I don't care, They may stand strong together as a group but you and I are heroes of our lives and we walk with pride, the pride that never hides but shines, shines and shines.
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I appreciate your thoughts ��
DeleteAs far as I think you blindly trust people and only trust those who are wrong
Thanks a lot @Rihaan for making time to read comment and appreciate my thoughts. Yes I do believe I trusted people blindly because I always thought trust is my value something that I believe should be given but now I know let people earn it.
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