They complain of my solace,
But when I am around, there seems no trace…
Of the love that I feel I deserved,
Of my share of memories they claim to have preserved.
My ways are useless,
My life worthless,
They say so showing me the grey corner,
Leaving in dirt a dark mourner!
I knew this will happen,
For long I held that helpless weapon.
The beliefs that seek my flirtations,
Those thoughts that rose undesirable expectations…
Every time I lose a battle,
I decide not to slather,
But as they approach me again,
I goad myself in that knowing vex and vain…
I blame them, hiding the real culprit,
And within myself I live as a known fugitive!
This grey bond that exists,
Persists more as you try to resist,
Like a refugee in asylum,
A teen feels alienated as his own family plum!
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