Sometime, just sometimes
We don’t realize how much
We are hurt – angered – enraged!
When an indefinable pain,
Well up inside our stomach,
Choking our heart and
Killing our desires.
We look for solace –
A medicine, some comfort
From those close to us
But alas,
They are incapable
Of seeing our seething pain.
They defend and secure
What is theirs is right.
Is it, however, that makes us cry?
These hypocrisies, their petty lies
Their ugly selves, they ought to hide.
Like a volcano, waiting to erupt;
Like a hulk, ready to pick a fight –
We stare in disbelieve,
Hoping this too shall pass by.
At such times, we wonder
Is it already too late?
We try and we move on
Wondering what others may think!
The tussle at two ends –
The right from wrong –
The dos from don’ts –
They drain us further,
Sinking us, farther down.
This cycle of doubt,
It goes on and on
While we can only hope,
That we ourselves are not wrong.
