BRUISED IN THE MIDST OF LIFE

NOTE:  There is a very scattered theme to this piece of writing , as it is an imprint of an emotional outburst.


Ruining myself in the midst of my life, i wonder if it is me
Swaying away from the bane , trying to hide , i wonder if it is me
Being ignoramus to the harsh realities , acting naive , i wonder if it is me
So stubborn inside , faking it all , i dont even whine , i wonder if it is me

Looking for a widespread acceptance , i am asking for unreal
A confident outlook with a quivering heart, is what i am in real
Tattered , shattered and battered is all what i feel
Expecting the real and hoping for unreal , these wounds might never heal

Without a word being said by them i still feel am being ridiculed
I nod back with a grin to thier whispers , even with a feeling of being disdained
With my plucky voice i deceive them , they ll never know i feign confidence
Deciphering their vibes is arduous ,i wonder if they pity me or by them, i am envied