Aditi Mishra, X ‘B’
Hi, it’s me,
The one you call the disappointment,
The shadow of success,
The echo of joy never heard,
I stand in the corner,
While others bask in the glow,
Of love, of laughter, of all that shines –
And I am left with the silence of a heart
That has never known the warmth of belonging.
The world,
It sees my flaws,
Marks me with its judgment.
Then I say I am a snitch,
An attention seeker,
A betrayer –
But do they know?
Why I wear a smile
That never quite reaches my eyes?
If they did,
They might know how hard it is,
To give everything,
Only to be met with coldness.
To listen,
When all I hear are voices
That tear me apart.
And I am left to stich myself together
With threads of apology and sorrow.
I am a human too,
A soul with scars no one sees,
Not seeking glory or fame,
But to be seen,
To be heard, and
To be understood.
Is that too much to ask?
But here I stand,
A mirror of everyone’s bitterness,
A reflection of what they fear –
The one who hurts,
But keeps on loving,
Who forgives when forgiveness
Is a gift she has never received.