And haunted by self-doubt.
I've got all the answers,
I've got nothing figured out.
I like to be myself,
I hate to be alone.
Sometimes I'm million colors,
Sometimes I'm black n white.
I'm up and I'm down,
But that's part of the thrill,
Part of the plan,
Part of all the things I am....
I'm an angel, I'm a devil,
I'm sometimes in between.
I'm as bad as it can get,
And good as it can be.
Sometimes I'm miserable,
Sometimes I'm pitiful.
I'm special, I'm beautiful,
I'm all extremes,
Try figure me out, you never can,
There's so many things I am......
6 comments:
Nice poem Sandhya. Meanwhile, I felt the line 'I've got all the answers' might have been 'I've got all the questions'? :-)
Thanks bharat.. Yup may be u were rite :)
your thoughts are really good... only certain number of people feel this unknowingly gifted that they can represent the dwindling thoughts in them... they are gone even before you think for them twice.. it is a good effort please harness further.. do not stop...
lovely self expression.
well put.
@Dhadheechi Thanks a lot for your lovely comments.. Yup with all your support I would like to move forward in the journey of my writing and hope to see you more :)
@jingle Thanks for the invite.. Would surely try to join the potluck week 17.
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