While tears rolled down
While tears rolled down my cheeks,
all I could hear is screams of blame bashing on me.
While tears rolled down my cheek,
all I could hear are the dissatisfactory voices alarming at me.
While tears rolled down my cheeks,
there was nothing I could call my own.
Such is the life I have been living,
until now I have turned 24.
Such is the life I have been living,
with straight arms and virtue as gold.
Such is the life I have been living,
with enchanted applauds of dissatisfaction.
In the arms of rivals,
I have shaken hands.
In the arms of rivals,
I have tossed my faith.
In the arms of rivals,
I was left unarmed.
Nothing of here is my own,
nothing of there is my own.
Nothing of which is my own
surely stands as my own.
Nothing craves to be my own,
nothing lasts to be my own.
Echoes of thousand glares,
stare at me at pause.
Echoes of thousand glares,
pause to spit their disgust.
Echoes of thousand glares
lose as my eyes close.
I choose to be here,
within the blanket of armed rivals.
I choose to be here,
within the sheer publics who snort at me.
I choose to be here,
within the misused, who treat nothing as their own.
Love has faded long ago,
in the nation we so-called call home.
Love has faded long ago,
when arms in arms we mislead another soul.
Love has faded long ago
when I chose to not recognize you anymore.
While tears rolled down my cheeks,
there was nothing I could call my own.
The End!
{Cover- Image from Pixabay}
