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Who Knew

Who knew that behind that laugh

Was a heart that was broken in half

 

Who knew that behind that beautiful Instagram post

Was a soul that was depressed the most

 

Who knew that behind that gorgeous face

Was a person who had no inner grace;

And needed to be put in his place

 

Who knew that behind that poet’s charming phrases

Were his life’s darkest phases.

 

Who knew that behind that “loyal” friend

Was a stranger that only knew how to pretend

 

Who knew that behind that closed room door

Was a brain that was waiting to roar…

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Still, he rose

                                          

He was used by many but was still grateful

He was misunderstood but fought through

He was not accepted but still tried to be kind to everyone

He was used not by strangers, but by his friends…

He was ridiculed for not understanding things even when he understood everything

He tried to blend in but in vain

He tried to be more open but it made him more insecure

He kept up with the latest trends but was still not welcomed

He remained a tool of help but never a human who deserved happiness

He finally realized that the world is self-centered

When he asked for help, people turned their backs.

When he went quiet, people accused him of being arrogant

When he stopped caring, he was considered a narcissist

When he kept things to himself, they suspected something wrong

What they didn’t know was that they were the “something wrong”

Was he afraid?

Maybe

Did he show it?

Not at all

Did he indulge in self-pity?
Maybe

Did he have any idea what to do?

Not at all

More than anything, he was made to feel guilty even when it wasn’t his fault.

They went on and on and on and on till one day, nothing was left to exploit.

Every few hours, a blow hit him

Which took various forms

“Friends” betraying him,

Not including him in activities

Ignoring him when he didn’t serve their purpose

And he took it at all in his stride

Until one day, he couldn’t take it anymore

His heart turned to stone

And was not listened to anymore

His life became a blur

His mind became restless

His soul desperately needed to be calmed down

His pillow was evidence of his helplessness

His only wish now was for school to end

What had been his second home for years

Became a nightmare for him

Asking his own friends for succour became an ordeal

His life hung by a thread, of a few loved ones

It was the thread that still gave him support to live on

Maybe it was all his fault

Maybe it was him who was to be blamed for his condition

And now he was lost,

Lost in the sea of diffidence

Lost in thoughts of future

Lost in the comfort of home

Lost in daydreams

A quote kept him going

“This too shall pass”

And then he rose…

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