This was me last year..
Asking even to raise a voice against every soul around me....
It wasn't easy...
It wasn't a cheesecake
I remember how I cried
Wrong decisions I made
But even If i was forced to not speak my will... I had dis fire inside d soul placed on table,still...To rise and shine like a phoenix...To take a step ahead and make time fix..But nor they heard me..Neither they let me talk.. Dey just made themselves privileged... Allowed their eyes to stalk..
The ones who spend their time on me...Yes they can speak...They can confront..
But the ones behind their windows...Their doors... Why I should let them poke my heart..With and ?
Why they get power to tell me what they Judge out of my misery ?
I don't care about any of the , and ✋
For I know how I enlist the people I listen to...Or let them to heal me..Hurt me.
To the people behind windows and doors
This is to you
Don't poke Ur ears and nose
That personal space is somewhat a thing now
And u got a life too