Being me, believing in me

                

This is a poem by Sakshi ( Muskan Narang) that was written in the stress of knowing the result of her 10^th grade exams. She writes it when she realises that the world may not give her the chance to grow, but she promises to grow within herself, a great personality and a passionate and beautiful soul.
Peace,

Voices trap me, and words make noise.

And suddenly, my hands aren’t big enough to cover my ears.

I drown in my melancholy while faces smile at me.

Is it the room getting bigger or I getting smaller?

Guilty, imprisoned, and helpless I feel in this pitch black room and your filthy hearts aren’t helping one bit.

My tongue doesn’t recognise the food anymore and my eyes loose it’s sleep and my eyes go blind to all colours and abstracts.And  faces show no emotion except traces of disgust.

I curl myself up in a ball of sadness and empty hope, that the future holds something more.

Something more than what people tell and expect me to do, maybe something more I want to do...

My wrinkled lips show a brief smile but then sorrow takes its doom ,as i feel in my every nerve, that how the society looks at you.

I bury my head in my hands, but not a drop falls out of my eyes, as I know I

am not what the society defines but what my imagination allows.

The smile returns its curve and i step out the room, only to realise that it is i that makes the rules.

Muskan 💗💗💗