ANEW

Not worth their trust,

They say.

It’s in my blood,

I’m told.

It’s a cycle,

She describes.

A burden,

They imply.

 

You scare me,

I finally admit.

I’m sorry, I really am,

It doesn’t happen on purpose.

 

But you accuse me of it,

And that burns my heart.

 

Feelings come and go,

They’re a proof of being alive.

Sadly, for you

It’s an attire of a weakling.

 

I know the consequences, 

Very well.

But it feels so good when I suffer.

And so I when ahead anyway,

And did it again.

Careless of you blaming me to have a soul.

-Manya Singh Patel