Like me!  Like me!

 

Seeking to be loved?

Or a mirror turned inside out

In the shadows of nothing, but

Puppet in the hands of the society

How they want to see,

You or their confused impressions, on you.

Not how you want to be graced.

 

In search of grandiose,

Or revealing the fresh wounds

Just like merger stints,

So much prevalent.

 

Insecurities exposed,

Waiting to be mellowed.

Seeking assurance,

Demanding attention,

as the petrichor of pouring rain.

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