THAT PAPER

How did this happen to me

One minute I was riding the blue waves of a black ocean, flying like the happy bird I used to be ,

Then the next, it all changed

Why is my life and self worth determined by that small weird looking paper that passes itself of as currency among the common men of the world

Why does society celebrate the falselihood that is achieved through sweat and deciet

Do I always have to be this person

Never satisfied, always wanting, always lacking , never having enough

Just because of that paper

That weird looking paper

A simple girl I've always been

Currently confined to a world which knows me not

A world I loved and longed to be a part of

But somehow I was always missing the mark

The tides have shown, the new world has come and yet its just the same old me

That paper defines my presence, that little presence of self worth I managed to carveout for myself

In a world long forgotten and yet unknown

I can't describe the agony inside

It's like trying to escape the glass prism which I have come to know as my home

My life in terror, I grow farther and farther away

Feelings bottled up, emotions unread,

Problems inevitable , alone and dead

All I know is pain, pain after pain

Lacking that paper, that weird looking paper.

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