Questions
Do they hate me?
Does she hate me?
"How
could she?" she says this every time,
But I
believe its otherwise, even if I don't want to.
Am I supposed to be perfect at everything?
I know I'm not right every time,
But am I always wrong?
I need a
shoulder to cry on to,
But whose
shall I borrow?
When the
one I want is unavailable.
They
say accept you are not perfect, not supposed to be.
But what if I did and no one else does?
And what
if I accept all my insecurities,
But they
can't?
How do you fit in this place ?
Where everyone wants you to 'fit in'?
And do
you know what's funny?
The
'they' are not 'they',
'They'
are 'my' people.
~ Amanah Shaikh (SYBA)
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