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Maybe I am, what my father thinks. Maybe I

       Maybe I am, what my father thinks.
Maybe I am the reason, why my mother got diabetic.
Maybe I am the one selfish, why my brothers stopped talking to me.
Maybe I expect alot to love me in return and I beg enough for you to leave me when I need you the most.
Maybe I am someone, who is an anarchist why my negative thoughts pulls out to you to open them, and leave me alone everytime.
Maybe I am my tears, who rolls so silently that even my skin failed to relish them.
Maybe I am the bad days,when I just wait for someone to hold me.
Maybe I am my migraine, when my nerves burns my senses and I feel numb.
       Maybe I am, what my father thinks.
Maybe I am the reason, why my mother got diabetic.
Maybe I am the one selfish, why my brothers stopped talking to me.
Maybe I expect alot to love me in return and I beg enough for you to leave me when I need you the most.
Maybe I am someone, who is an anarchist why my negative thoughts pulls out to you to open them, and leave me alone everytime.
Maybe I am my tears, who rolls so silently that even my skin failed to relish them.
Maybe I am the bad days,when I just wait for someone to hold me.
Maybe I am my migraine, when my nerves burns my senses and I feel numb.
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Meera Ali

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