I sometimes feel left out. Beneath the wreaths of skin that tries , Not to permeate the endless thoughts into the edifice of my mind. The trepidation that engulfs me, every forlorn night where I reflect upon the banalities of humans. The sycophancy,the corruption,the superficiality, that haunts me with their spooky laughter. Trying to grasp me in their tentacles. But i somehow survive . Longing for a day when virtues will thrive. When authenticity will overcome hypocrisy. Amidst the people judging me as weird. Embracing the changes that people feared.
©prashujya
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