Putting my pen 2 paper after a long delay,I wonder
What xactly has been the matter with me,
Or my mind;-the past few days?
Concentration,which has always been
My forte-through the long struggle of school,
Seems suddenly to have left me
In the lurch-helpless,troubled.all alone....
Streching b4 me-4 miles on end
Lies my endless syllabus,and here I remain
Sitting at my table,thinking of useless things.
Am I not really normal?(whats that anyway?)I ask myself
For all my life,what xactly have I done
Perfectly,to my own satisfaction?
Trying 2 be jack-of-all-trades,and mastering none
Always proud of hearing ill-deserved praise,
Never bothering to question my heart and see
Whether they were true or not.
Believing myself to be different,always
I kept away 4m those who could have been dear 2 me-
Achieving nothing in the end
But loneliness,frustration,ticket 2 a peculiar world
Where few get 2 see the real me.
(I was proud of that 2!)
But was I wrong?I really dont know 4 sure,
Perhaps this query would always remain 4 me
An unanswered one,leaving me confused
For I know few in this world who can give
Something of an honest answer 2 me.
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introspection...nicely represented.accolades
tho one imagines dat only introspection, tho definitely a start,needs 2 b followed by enactment of what one realises introspecting and looking back...its a start that one needs to work on,and not the end..
Augniva
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