What About Us

We were born and raised with beautiful hearts,

We are bruised, battered and torn apart..

We are children..right from the start,

And despite the fake smiles.. It all hits like a dart.

So what about us?

What about all the heartbreak, and pain rather than laughter?

So what about us?

What about all the words and little things that “should not matter?’

So what about us?

What if all these sorrows trigger a disaster?

So what about love?

What about trust?

What about us?

We are older now and we’ve learned to cope with the dark..

All our woes and troubles have ruined our spark.

We were once pure..now our worlds carry none of such..just bones and ghosts of it all buried in dust.

So what about us?

What about all the fake friends and questions we can’t answer?

So what about us?

What about all the bullies and attempts to escape thereafter?

So what about us?

What if in the end I break and lose all my power?

So what about love? What about trust? And what about us?