J's Musings

By Janhavi B.

I am just a mess,

Made out of my own regrets,

Painted with the guilt in my head,

Is it my fault?

That I stumble and fall,

Due to the heavy weight,

Upon my shoulders,

On the outside:

I am lifeless and dry,

So why does the heart inside,

Wail and cry,

My mouth agrees,

Yet my mind regrets the decision

I do not stamp my feet,

But that does not mean my heart does not rage,

I am calm,

I have control,

So, yes,

I am mature for my age,

But is it by choice,

Or by fate?