By Nithiksha Elankeeran
How could you make little scenarios about my life? Flopping in your
foul hands and predicting it through your jealousy and envious eyes.
How could you make me love something that brings me tears?
Making me feel fragile.
How could you not see the art in me rather the black paint that
draws my life for you?
How could you not deny the reason I cry every night? Forcibly making
me learn things that are weaker than the strong talents I have.
How could you make my childhood disperse into the hole of your
thoughts, echoing day and night?
How could you refuse to love but make me love things god didn't
create me for?
How could you?
Let me know.
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