Most of my hair has turned grey,
Although I'm just in the magical third,
Still savoring the youth as it counts down.
I like to keep things either black or white.
I refuse to darken them,
I'm already dark so,
Let them be the contrast.
Wherever I go I feel awkward,
When all the eyes lay upon me, I ruminate to figure out the reason and,
At last I realize that I have no one by my side.
I don't blame the eyes,
I only blame myself to have come out.
Being human is difficult,
Forget about processing emotions and people.
That's what the mosquito said,
As it slipped by when I clapped my hands.
Wonder when is the clap for me is coming,
Would I slip by or get snapped?
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- Maddie
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