The pressure hits like a time bomb as my mind goes into disturbia. Thoughts cloud my vision as I take steps forward to what I call reality. I don't know where the lane leads to, but I drag my feet along the pavement, hoping there will be some light to the darkness that succumbs within.
Anxiety soars like a wave, as I try to find where I belong. There's a lot of people that double the eyes which judge my every move - from the way they read what I'm thinking to the way they process my steps. I feel out of place and I'm unsure of what I am … Continue reading The Anxiety Wave
"It is true that each star has its own story, but what makes the dullest stars the most unique is that they have fought their rights to shine, through thick and thin. And they share that story into other beautiful stars which brighten up the scars of victory that they carry throughout. And that is … Continue reading Starry Skies
Criticism- an abstract concept that I must endure at times The few lines of negativity that shake my self-esteem and break down my barriers The expectations that I should fulfil, the thoughts of others consuming my mind. It isn't pretty and it feels like I can't think and act for myself. Those moments cause more … Continue reading The Arrow of a Critic
The time has come, For me to cherish the things that I have always loved. But having no time to love them I put them away in a very dark place where they would never get to see the light of day. Now it is the time for them to come out of their shell … Continue reading Hobbies
When I do something wrong by accident, I shall feel guilt, oversensitivity and shame; causing me to malfunction because I care too much. However, if you can't see that then that would demolish me even more because I put faith in the wrong person.
And then the world came crumbling down before her eyes. There was too much dust in the air for her to see a new path. She held her head in her hands and left out a muffled scream, telling the world about her agony.
I walk into a cafe to meet a few pals from middle school. We start to bond and then I realize that I am third-wheeling within the first ten minutes. I grab my earphones and plug them in to shut them out, cause I can't walk away. The music gets me going and I'm on … Continue reading “Slinks into the Shadows”
I spurn to accept this but yes I am crippled. Crippled to accept how the world works in many manifestations. Working in light of the good and in the darkness of the bad. With sorrows and joys combined. This spurn has inflamed me To an extent beyond repair It made me feel devastated and petrified … Continue reading Crippled