A poem about the internal struggles of a teenager struggling with mental health issues and his outlook on the world.
Cursed into the kind
With a broken mind
Persevering ignominy
And a broken pedagogy
I need no pity
Nor any claps
Just mere mundane humanity
Obloquy by cohabitants
Scorches my wits
Should I fight my demons
Or honour my guild
So, I keep my coterie
Unaware of my illusions
I fear being resented
If I expose their delusions
~ Umang Dureja
India
Deep!
So dark, yet so true.
Such a beautiful journey into the depths of an injured soul. These lines are gonna keep me up at night.
A heartbreaking yet wonderful composting