“You are wrecked,
Why don’t you speak?
Why do you speak so much?
Why are you not like him?
Why can’t you be more like her,less like you?
Why are you so self obssessed? Why are you so underdressed?
Are you depressed?
You aren’t trying hard enough,
stop exaggerating, you aren’t sweating blood,
you are odinary,
you are like them, will it take eternity for you to understand,
understand that you are just like everybody or maybe even less,
what do you think of yourself ?
stop doing what you like,close those novels, put that pen down,stop ruining your life to live the life you read, coz that’s fiction,
that’s fiction baby.
Reality is the news, don’t be absurd,
you are too young for this,
and too old for that,
people are looking at you!
you compromise, you sacrifice , because that’s the one and only choice,
watch your calories!
are you starving?
When will you realise, grief for average men is a luxury,
be ‘this’ and ‘that’ and ‘that’ and ‘this’,
no less than that but no more than this.
Is coffee, books and poetry, your choice of poison?
you aren’t suppose to be wearing that,
you aren’t suppose to be wasting that pretty face,
go out and have fun,
don’t make yourself a thing of fun,
be this and be that, do this and not that.”
Many voices inside and outside your head,
telling you to be upset ,sad and depressed,
telling you to be this and be that
you matter more than you think you do,
your flaws can be beautiful,
perfection and ugliness both can be dillusional,
so hold on to your imagination, and stop this overanalysis of reality,
its time for you to realise, that staring at ceiling for hours, thinking all night, experiencing your experiences is not a sin.
Who do you think you are? Well, you are exactly what you think you are.
There can be different dimensions to reality,
creativity, facts and people are subjective.
This a reminder to not believe,
not believe in everything that you think,
everything that you hear
everything that you see
and everything you are obliged to believe….