• millennialwithapen 6w


    I’m staring at the big green wall in front of me
    It transcends my living memory
    It has seen me in my mother’s womb, it has seen me as a toddler
    It has seen me as a troubled teen, it has seen me crying in my pillow
    Do you judge me for the wrongs I have done?
    Do you hate me for the man I have become?
    Do you shame me for the lies I tell?
    Do you pity me when I ask for help?
    Do you empathize with my struggle?
    Do you look down upon me when I’m a rebel?
    I asked the wall amidst silence -
    Only echoes of my own word - reflects

    -- © Arijit Dutta / millennialwithapen