NOTE- This poem is written just out of my flair for writing, not to be published on any platform.

Somebody asked me how often do I dream,

What do I dream about.

Do those dreams matter enough to make your inner self scream,

Do they make you want to break out.

Spirits around me are whispering,

Should I worry so much is what I keep wondering.

My mind is burdened with all these questions,

Is there anyone out there to also provide suggestions?

Why do people give up on their dreams or on each other,

Why just always give up.

Why shift from one thing to another,

Just for once stay and ask what’s up.

I guess everyone is breakable,

Everyone has their own struggle.

But why call out weak to someone who cries,

Do faking emotions guarantee you a prize.

I don’t want to let the sun get down on me,

But when I see the mirror, I always see someone else inside me.

I'm done with this disguise,

Who do you think you are to freely criticize.

Those voices whispering in my head,

I won't let you tear me apart.

All the blood that you spread,

Watch me turn that out into the most beautiful art.