..Living in denial..
All my life I thought I was the one suffering from trust issues; I never knew that there could be someone worse than me. I thought there was no hope for me but I was like my star sign an Arian.
Even after all the misery that life put me through I came out stronger and somewhere I believed that my knight in shining armor would be standing to save me from the miseries of my life.
That never happened. Instead I learned to put on a brave heart and face the stormy days alone. I denied that there could be 'hope' for me but my friends kept telling me that 'without hope there's no life'. Lies, lies and lies ; I surrounded myself with lies. No one knows the real story anymore, to everyone it has become a Bollywood film playing in real life. Many of my friends say you should write a book and tell the world of the realities that a young girl like me had to face in those days.
But what s the point? It will be filed in some corner of some library or be in the dustbin of some publishers office. A story is given importance only if it is print worthy. So I hide mine in my poems. I wish I could reach out to that person whom I met and tell them that they are not alone.
We can build high walls and guard our defenses but how long are you going to carry that burden ? That's the question you have to answer for yourself alone.
Even after all the misery that life put me through I came out stronger and somewhere I believed that my knight in shining armor would be standing to save me from the miseries of my life.
That never happened. Instead I learned to put on a brave heart and face the stormy days alone. I denied that there could be 'hope' for me but my friends kept telling me that 'without hope there's no life'. Lies, lies and lies ; I surrounded myself with lies. No one knows the real story anymore, to everyone it has become a Bollywood film playing in real life. Many of my friends say you should write a book and tell the world of the realities that a young girl like me had to face in those days.
But what s the point? It will be filed in some corner of some library or be in the dustbin of some publishers office. A story is given importance only if it is print worthy. So I hide mine in my poems. I wish I could reach out to that person whom I met and tell them that they are not alone.
We can build high walls and guard our defenses but how long are you going to carry that burden ? That's the question you have to answer for yourself alone.
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