We cannot

We cannot please the whole world,

We cannot make everyone happy,

Neither by prose nor by words,

Not even if we are lucky.

We cannot reach the top of the mountain,

We cannot be higher than everyone else,

We are just an ant in the midst of others, 

An insignificant fly, lain forgotten.

We cannot only think of ourselves,

We cannot be selfish, even if we want, 

Cause in this world, other people dwell, 

And we cannot afford their groans and grunts, 

We cannot be who we really are,

We cannot be real,

Cause it is the peer pressure that we fear,

Which forces us afar from our will.

They say everything is possible in this world,

But what they utter, they are only words.

Show us how that is, if you speak the truth.

Climb the mountains and reach the skies, 

Reduce the pain and bring forth smiles.

Make everyone happy and finish their endless cries,

Escape the fears and be who you really are from inside. 

Do you really speak the truth?

Then do all this,

And maybe I will believe you. 

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Wow, I didn't know I could write like that xD 

One day

One day. 
One day I am going to wash away all my sins. I will cleanse myself of them and I will feel the unimaginable relief as their razor sharp ends are removed from my skin. 
One day.
One day I will chase away all my fears. I will feel the sweet relish of freedom as they free me from their imprisonment. I will finally release myself from tears that rolled down my cheeks for their sake.
One day. 
One day I will show the world how wrong it was. I will reach to the top of the mountain, triumphant and valiant. I will flick their doubts away in the matter of a second. And then I will wait for their much anticipated applause. 
One day. 
One day I will exempt the world of the tight grip on it that all the wrong people hold. I will slowly lift all the villain's fingers and I will enlighten them with my malevolence. I will show them the true essence of the pain they cajoled gently in me. I will show them what I was told by them. 
One day. 
One very fortunate day.
My pains will go away.
So will the old me.
And in her place will emerge. 
A more sophisticated human being.

Insecure

"Don't trust no one." 
The girl closed her eyes as her mother's words rang in her head. She opened them again, walking at a quick pace, with her school books clutched tightly to her chest. My mother always thinks that, the girl thought. She thinks no one is worthy of trust. It makes me wonder if she trusts me even.


A few days ago, the girl and her best friend had fought because of a certain person who ruined everything for her. Her mother. She had brought the girl up to be so insecure and so questioning about everything that she had left an irremovable mark in her friendship that she valued the most. Maybe the friendship had not broken, but the hurt in the words that her friend used made the girl realize that she thought that she was the one that didn't trust her. Truth to be told, it was her mother that was behind the scenes, urging her away from everyone. She was the one who thought the girl could cope up with the world alone, that she was in need of no friendship. She was the one who made her doubt the trust she had in her best friend. Her mother was the one who made her think that no one was to be trusted, that anything could happen. 


Maybe her mother thought that it could make her stronger, but the girl knew it had an opposite effect on her. It had made her sensitive and a little too observant. It made her think about every little word a person uttered and she would find something in it, that would cut her deep. Even though the person would not mean it, even if the person would not even know what she said. 


Maybe it was because of some tragic incident in life that her mother was so insecure and passed it on to her children. Maybe it was the tragic incident in the girl's life that made her doubt, and not entirely her mother's fault. Maybe it was her own fault. She did not know. All she knew was that she did not like being insecure. Insecurity led to hurt and heartbreak. And she had enough of it in her life. 


No matter how hard she tried she could not ignore the nagging feeling in her chest that there was an ulterior motive behind the words that people said to her. It was like being trapped in the grave, where there was no place for air to enter. She could not escape the cage of insecurity. Anyone could come in and slice her at any moment. Or that's what her insecurity taught her. 

Insecurity was worse than fire. 
It made her loose all her sleep. 

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Yes, a cliffhanger. This was just a small piece of an insecure girl's feelings. As we see, insecurity is not a good thing and even though we have to be cautious about things, going beyond the realm of carefulness is not good at all.
Yours sincerely,
Awesome Idiot <3