Getting hurt was easy,
And shedding tears was wheezy,
Too much of thoughts were spent,
For a single disagreeable event,
Used to ruin a whole day,
Going back to the past again,
Sensitive, was the word they gave me,
I felt contented hiding behind the title,
Thinking it gave the prerogative,
To be surrounded by everything so negative.,
This was me in my growing up years,
Always zoned out and aloof,
Looking back at that could-have-been-a-tomboy,
I just would like to tell her that she’s a princess,
Her company that people loved was precious,
A few dark stains on the pretty canvas,
Wouldn’t ruin a whole picture.
It’s just the knack of blending,
That makes any memory spellbinding.
Loved it!
Perfectly said. How trivial the issues seem now over which we worried in our teens 😄.