Is it good or is it bad?
To become someone you hate
yet be more than glad,
when the things that make you
are the things that break you,
is it good or is it bad?
To shush the sounds of others and
and mute everything that could bother?
Is it selfishness to be for once rude?
To claim who you are through routes
most probably far?
Am I a fool or am I cool?
For being a pathetic vulnerable soul
that tries to stand tall when
her legs are actually short
for leading a war in a crowded fort
with no soldiers or even a single hand to hold,
for living in fantasies that my
brain loves to mold
Is it madness to write for someone who doesen't exist?
To talk with imaginary people who understand me well?
To be whom I desire and sometimes even more
I'm most probably a stuck soul;
one leg stepping in the past
& another forcing its way to the future
where do I stand now seems more like a puzzle
one that I'm not fond of
