They have no idea what its like to have your entire life split between 2 completely different geographic locations. Its difficult to call a place home when you are only a goddamn visitor for once a year. Its difficult to split your heart into two parts, one craving for a serene homeland that it takes
If only I could open up If only I could say what I feel If only I never hold back Things could be different They can potentially change everything May be, Just maybe things could have been different But that’s how I am that’s how I work Bottling up every emotion, every pain, anger, and
Our generation is stuck in a trendy world where hookups are a party away where fake love is all over the place where trust cannot be traced where honesty is only found in books where friends do not exist, only snakes Where followers define your beauty But they don’t know that you are much more
It is a perplexing world yet time is a great healer it takes some time to unleash the chain of wounds to undo the fatal thoughts to endure the pain a little more for some, tyranny is just societal but some struggle with their own self Yet some see giving up as the only option
My words are stuck, I feel caged. Something is holding me back, I am unable to write, to think, What is it? I reflect and figure out But unable to utter a single word I feel so sorry, for the pen I am holding Desperate to write it all But unable to do so I