So I brought it out  and told them all about  myself through mime  as I fought hard to kill the time  and between the gaps my pain surged  and tested my hard forged  will made up of some kind of steel  as I steeled  my heart from all the emotions,  well I mean dark ones  and in those moments of pain  I saw her face  whenever I looked up at the sky  my life  flashed before my very eyes  yes! Even those moments I despised  yet somehow felt serene  in a ring  full of happiness and pain  I tried my best to remain sane  then I asked myself  what am I without her help?  here by her I mean people  who made my life a fairy fable  each and every one of them  the questions; am I really sane?  do I really matter to them?  or am I just a nut case they pity on?’  no! where I live in this city ain’t my home  and I’ve been searching for a place  a place where I belong  maybe I’ll find it some-  where, maybe it’s with her  maybe…  and there are a hell lota maybe’s  a lot more than the number of babie...
collection of lyrical poetry that reflects my psychological journey that everyone might face at least once in their lifetime.