Growing up

Where people are placed in boxes of others

Of what the eye meets

Where the personality is offended and blended till it fits

With manipulation and trying to get approval goes hand in hand

This person doesn’t want to be in a box

Where my entire life can be defined within a hour in the eyes of the entitled

Of those who never understood me

So many lines between can and can’t

That have been left unsaid and unsettled

Doubts and new beginnings

The strange second guessings

where I let opions of others define me

Where do I begin my heart wonders

Where my blood runs of water and oil

The unimaginable mix

I was not meant to be stuck

But rather be free to flow

The blood that once boiled of fire is running with ash

Among the acidic truth that is eating me from within

Mistakes repeated long after I have crossed the red warning lights

Maybe its just the reality hitting hard

where being an adults is not as what i thought it would be

When finally over coming the mosters of childhood

the bullying, racist comments, the judgements and the high school high hierarchy system

its back to square one on being a adult

The mental pressure, the job insecurities, the perfect family, the responsibilities, maintaining the so called social life and the bills

HAHAH loooks like the joke was on me

The bitter retoroical irony

In the game of life

Is filled with unexplainable questions

Where I reached the dangerous emotional level of running away from myself

That can only be answered with experience and unknown insanity

Under the pretence of the different false masks we all wear knowingly and unknowingly

By Raghavasree

10 Comments Add yours

  1. Nawazish says:

    Beautiful writing!❤

    Liked by 1 person

    1. Thankyou so much Nawazish🙂

      Liked by 1 person

    1. Thankyou for reblogging. Good day


  2. cindy knoke says:

    I get this. Human life is so confusing.

    Liked by 1 person

    1. So glad that you can understand this. Yes human life is so confusing. Thankyou for dropping by


  3. Jeff Flesch says:

    Fantastic verses, Raghavasree. It is so true, we are all conditioned into various masks, and then others are created along the way. Removing them one at a time is the work of the heart. A lovely reflective poem, my friend. 💙

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    1. Thank you so much Jeff for your ever so kind words. Have a lovely Sunday. 🙂

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      1. Jeff Flesch says:

        You’re welcome, Raghavasree, always. Thank you. Happy Sunday to you, my friend. 😊

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