It feels like standing inside a cyclone
Watching myself dismantle
Yet, greeted those with a smile
Who caused it all to shatter

Walking with thorns that tore my skin 
Along with those, who hardly care
Now, those wounds didn’t pain much
As those who gave them, left it to my share

I am ignored now, although they do meet
That glimpse of hurt in the eye
I feel I’m too tired finally, 
To apologize and, like always, let my ego cry.

Shouldn’t have died every night for those 
Who did not even try
To rescue me from this cyclone
That keeps bumping onto me, even after a goodbye.

– Keerti // peace is an unstable status

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