Don't bother, I'm enough

 Talking to myself, one day

(I have been doing that a lot),

Calculating the emotions spent

And those still left to pay.

I knew this bleeding had to clot.

People love when it is convenient,

Not even knowing what they sign up for.

They bother only to take a peek,

Never wanting to dive deep—

It’s scary.

Raw emotions, demons, wounds

They don’t want to see.

Claiming to know a person inside out

While never letting them out of their clout.

Everyone’s got one mate—

It’s yourself, the one you hate.

You doubted him for far too long,

Abused him all along,

Abandoned him for others

While he suffered and endured.

You searched for a cure

For that ailing heart,

Never sure,

And it never worked.

Love was bargained for deeds done,

Respect earned by being nice.

Things you wouldn’t do for anyone

Done for an ounce of kindness

In the eyes

Of a person you admire.

You have been lying to yourself—

Liar!

Never told you’re lovable as you are,

Comparing your limbs to people with wings.

You start hating your physical being,

Living in a bubble

Until you reach midlife.

When you lose yourself on a daily basis,

It never occurred to me

That I lived in traces.

Finally, the dawn for the pawn—

Now I even love my yawn.

I’ve always been enough;

People just don’t have the guts to love

Without changing me

For themselves, for their perfect version—

What I never was

And will never be.

I water myself daily;

The buried seed will grow.

Time to lay low and grind silently.

The beast will show up

One day.

:- Pritesh