To all the souls who feel they are just too weak
To all the souls who feel they are just too weak You see others putting on their bravest face, What crumbles you down has left them unfazed They brush it off like a speck of dirt, But you are still trying to know its worth. You wonder if I am the lost cause, Eventually, was it me who knew nothing at all? What takes minutes to others You are fighting with it for years & everything around you signals This was not meant to take this long You secretly feel ashamed of the pain You judge your capability, proportionate to the result And every delay feels like a lost battle At times you wish, may the signal change & everything around says “You have the bravest face” You wish someone to scream out loud Pulling you back from the doubt. And when nobody around you says what you need Your doubt has got a final feed But I wonder how we are so ashamed of our truth It may be true that we are weak, it may be true that we made bad choices And it may be so, that we have come far from where ...