Why do I have to think twice?
Why am I the one to sacrifice?
How does everyone get a chance to shout?
But when it’s my turn it’s always “LIGHTS OUT” or “GET OUT”
Why does it sound so right,
A human with mouth has to fight,
but a flower voiceless shines bright.
Why does it sound so mean?
How am I always called A REBEL, A KID ,A TEEN?
A person thrown out of life,
Why does is it look like I HAVE THOWN A KNIFE?
A dried leaf kept for years; it’s called memory,
but when love kept for years; it’s called misery.
Is it only stuck in my head?
Am I the only one who believes in red thread?
Red line – Red wine, New generations spine.
‘I DON’T LIKE SOMEONE’ I can’t fit in today but-
I QUESTION
What if I find a person with whom I would sway?
What if I find someone who is the best?
What if I find someone who lets me rest?
