I was so low like you,
when a picture didn’t fake
of mine, and rather it spoke
the truth of all my face,
which is goddamn the beauty
i assume to be fit perfect.
Beyond the comments that
i found gross and rude,
Were they ever of my use?
I guess today the justice i make
with myself on self- satisfaction,
is the reason i have crossed the bounds,
and would preach the same for you,
for reason, you are in the same phase,
where comments and hatred
have tangled you badly and
life isn’t that happy where i state
to come above this all and lasting
love for your own being,
Out of the boxes, boxes that were built
by faces behind, rather make them a reason
for your coming beyond,
beyond your own set line.
B.Tech (2016 – 2020)