Riddles

Leading alone, I feel unsure,
Unsure of what I am meant to be.


I think I am seeing too many things,
Things I am not supposed to see.
I am speaking in riddles, instead of saying,
Saying what I think of, freely.

I know it is becoming very hard,
Hard to remain unbiased and free.
I feel suffocated and a little constricted,
Constricted with the fears of next reality.

Between the lines I do observe,
Observe too many hidden truths.
Leading alone, I feel unsure,
Unsure of what I am meant to be.

I try to explain looking in the eyes,
Eyes that can’t look back at me.
Holding back , grieving within,
Within, I fight another fight with me.

Understanding remains one sided,
One sided love mine will be.
Being misinterpreted , I lost my courage,
Courage to stand alone and still be me.


I was inspired by the song, ‘ Glad you came’ by The Wanted. I wanted to write a poem, where the ending of a line is the beginning of another. Hope it worked.

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