Let my stupid side be known to you. You deserve to know me because you’ve read me all through this. This poem is a conversation with myself at a time when I was unnecessarily worried about a lot of things. I hope you would like it.
I scribble a lot of junk – I know,
But these stupid words continue to flow.
Please bear me with these few lines,
For this time and also a lot more times.
These words and these rhymes I jot,
Touch some but are disapproved by a lot.
May be my four-liners go with my age,
But it is surely not just to fill a page.
I have some serious wounds and scars,
So I tend to use some words so harsh.
If you’d exchange places with me,
You’ll feel what it is like to be!
I’ve flawed terribly in the past,
But paid a great deal at last.
So, haters need not pan or sneer,
‘Cause tomorrow it’s your turn to fear.
All that I write is from my heart,
But I don’t know where to start.
So, wake me up when I get lost in my sleep,
‘Cause daydreams aren’t good, and mine is too deep!
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