First Step
Sitting around, I try to make sense of this life, Sometimes it feels lovely sometimes it feels like a knife, Has been put around my neck, And someone is choking me from inside, as I gasp for breadth. I get up everyday, all pumped up to conquer, The world, but then the external and internal forces conspire and whisper, to each other. They make me lose the battle even before it starts, And that’s why I hate it so much, because I don’t even get a chance, To fight for the glory, To fight for respect, To fight these demons, Hiding inside my head. ...