Life has petrified me at this moment,
Within a confined space of my sorrows.
Turning me into an opaque black stone,
Outside, I pretend to be unbreakable.
Inside, I possess an anxious longing,
To absorb the light of your sympathy.
But you tell me, I am too mature to pity,
I do not need the world’s lousy empathy!
It’s easy to say, cut all your expectations,
In reality, it’s tough to follow this notion!
But no worries, this stage will also pass,
Time doesn’t erode joy but also pain!
Alone with this agony, I shall sustain,
For how long I will bear this dark stain,
I too will change, if I survive to remain.
This adversity will only strengthen my core,
To hopelessness, I will say “No more.”
And then I would not need you around,
If I rise from the chaos, that surrounds.
I am not like you, wise and ignorant,
With your fancy words of courage,
And your estranged presence,
I choose my stubborn emotional self,
With compassion, I will prefer to glow,
Still sharing my warmth with you,
If life ever gives you a terrifying blow!