The End

by 

Mythili Tarakad Seshu  

Why am I only of importance,
When I have something you want?
I am not a child’s toy,
To be thrown out when you’re bored.

I am a real person,
Made of thoughts and emotions.
I show my perfect side to you,
When on the inside I’m broken.

I’m not as strong as you think,
Not as nonchalant as I seem.
I care just as much as you would,
So stop it, you’re being mean.

I am kind and I am quiet,
Nodding and smiling throughout.
I think it’s time to let you go,
Because you’re making me something I’m not.

I can’t stand being an object,
A person you come to only for help.
Because if I ever need you,
You will be found nowhere, I bet. So, this is it, this is the end,

The end of your deal with me.
I’ll be fine on my own with time,
But will you ever be?

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The Old Me

Why am I the only one,
Holding on to the past?
Reliving sweet memories,
And wishing I could go back.

Everyone around me is ready,
To move forward and be happy.
They’re prepared to face new possibilities,
While I’m still missing the old me.

The version of me who didn’t care,
Who enjoyed life with a passion.
The me who ignored what people said,
And did what I wanted instead.

That me is gone forever,
Lost in the depths of my mind.
But I hope to retrieve it soon,
And never leave it behind.

Although I am older now,
With a better understanding of the world.
I am sure that it wouldn’t hurt,
To learn a thing or two from the me before.

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Can We Stop Judging, Please?

I am not slim,
My skin isn’t clear.
I’ve got burns and scars,
Insecurities and fears.

My beauty isn’t conventional,
My complexion isn’t fair.
That doesn’t mean I’m not beautiful,
No matter what other people say.

The world seems to only preach,
Beauty is on the inside, they say.
But why is it then,
That the people with ‘good looks’ get their way?

Why say something,
If you don’t mean it one bit?
Why claim to accept,
When you reject us still?

Why do we try to judge,
How a person is by how they look?
Why do we try to predict,
Their circumstances and struggles?

Why do we ridicule them,
Without knowing their story?
Why do we write it for them,
Without feeling sorry?

We’re all in this together,

To change their mindset and judgement.

To be a part of this movement,

You must first practice it yourself.