It’s my believe it or not,
A thing my brain has always fought
I know it should not matter,
But I want to know will it feel better
These words are a bit over used
I don’t say a word that’s not for me to say
But still they question my way
It bleeds my heart and makes me cry
The accusation made without a sigh
Who are you to lay my heart and soul bare
Just a passing by stranger who is there to stare
No matter what I say, you have your zone
And hence , Leave me alone.
--Tisha
--Tisha
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