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Ignition
Slowly, I’ll be burning with angst
That was given unintentionally.
My insides are fuming,
And I’m pretending happily.
Caging it inside,
Representing the feminine,
The household suppression
By which I get define.
The storms are getting bigger
They said to stay strong,
Maybe the only thing I can do,
To pass through the storm.
Where it possibly went wrong?
Pretentious unawareness,
Wavering myself,
With beautifully painted lies.
They gifted thorns,
To keep me wounded,
Echoing laughs,
To keep me buried.
© surbhi
That was given unintentionally.
My insides are fuming,
And I’m pretending happily.
Caging it inside,
Representing the feminine,
The household suppression
By which I get define.
The storms are getting bigger
They said to stay strong,
Maybe the only thing I can do,
To pass through the storm.
Where it possibly went wrong?
Pretentious unawareness,
Wavering myself,
With beautifully painted lies.
They gifted thorns,
To keep me wounded,
Echoing laughs,
To keep me buried.
© surbhi
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