As the last drop of rain fell for the dry summer,
My life as I knew it evaporated.
I wondered where I was.
Where I was going.
Who these people around me were.
Alien like creatures in the skin of familiars.
They do not want to take any blame.
All I’m left with is shame.
Wanting to escape.
I wish to feel amused.
Take a walk in my shoes.
Feeling battered and bruised.
But at the end of the day what is a feeling?
What is the meaning of being offended?
It only effects you.
If you react you look bad.
It’s a unwitting trap.
I try hard not to snap.
But my story book ending will never be,
I am forever controlled by the inner me.