As the last drop of rain fell for the dry summer,
My life as I knew it evaporated.
I wondered where I was.
Where I was going.
Who these people around me were.
Alien like creatures in the skin of familiars.
They talk.
I ignore.
They do not want to take any blame.
All I’m left with is shame.
Wanting to escape.
Breathe.
Exchange.
Diffuse.
I wish to feel amused.
Take a walk in my shoes.
Feeling abused
Feeling excused
Feeling battered and bruised.
But at the end of the day what is a feeling?
What is the meaning of being offended?
It only effects you.
If you react you look bad.
It’s a unwitting trap.
I try hard not to snap.
But my story book ending will never be,
I am forever controlled by the inner me.
Ebs
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