I have been quiet, I have been talkative since long,
because my own heart being a Rebel to me.
I felt nights were trying to be too dark to me,
might be my darkness asserted with them.
Solution I see to my every problem is quitting,
but I can’t quit yes I can’t, because this is so me.
Its not new to me, it has been always there,
Its another reflection, resemblance to the old me
And the people around me, just act too well,
i pass a smirk and always kept my despair hidden.
What I want? Wish to be dejected, to be alone,
as that’s how I shall be risen again & again.