WHY!?

Why was it so easy for you to walk away?

Why didn’t you even give me the time of day?

How could you claim to love me then leave me that fast?

As easy as that I became your past.

I’m hurt, angry, over the moon.

In the span of a second our hearts don’t flow to the same tune?

So now I’m just a memory, nothing but an old story

You think of me as history, yet I was your joy, your glory?

Then were you fake, did you know what was at stake.

That my heart youd fully take, then at the sign of trouble break?

Im not turning this on you, Ofcourse I admit to my mistake,

But you Mr. perfect are far from true..how could you watch me leave, for heavens sake?

Was I not worth your while, the one whom you could walk 1000 miles,

Here comes one trial, and youre that quickly filled with bile?

I thought I was worth it, coz you were worth it too,

I’da fought for you, with all my might, but you just left as if on cue.

Why did you let me cry on your shoulder?

Why did you let me hold your hand?

Why did you say we’d be together even when we older?

That through whatever we’d stand.

I wanna curse but that’s not ladylike,

But then again ladylike can take a hike.

I wanna fight but don’t believe in violence,

Then again all my beliefs are on the fence.

I wanna scream but that’ll mess my throat.

But if I don’t, here comes Dr. Phil with his white coat,

I can’t believe I trusted for a second that you were the one

And now that my hopes are rusted, I just gotta move on and then some.

When I needed you most, you neglected me,

When I cried for help, you rejected me.

Well, a lesson aint a lesson unless it’s learnt,

And so I’m moving on, all my bridges burnt.

The Princess and Real Life..part 1

Once upon a time,

There lived a little girl.

Was she a princess?

Or was she the King’s stress?

Was her hair long and fair,

Or her clothes tattered with wear,

Her smile dazzling bright,

Or the girl who’s stepmom scared her into fright?

Is this a fairy tale,

That ends with a happily ever after?

Of a moat and a castle?

Land filled with laughter?

What story should she tell?

Of having fallen so far down the well?

That the water covers her very existence,

And there’s no normalcy she can sense?

No rope long enough to pull her out,

No hand tight enough to hold her,

No light bright enough to shine through

No lie great enough to hide the truth.

Where does she even begin?

The night he first walked in?

Tied and bound her wrists,

And pounded her with balled fists.

Or the father who walked out,

Even if he was always around,

The mother who didn’t shout,

When dark secrets & truths were found.

The men who opened and closed doors,

With no regard of what they left behind,

Without even bothering to mop the floors,

Breaking every fragile thing they could find.

Or perhaps of trust that was broken,

Harsh words that were spoken,

Wounds inflicted, when only jokin',

Everything around suffocating her_choking.

Sin that was done to her,

Sin that she did to herself,

All kept her tied up,

Piling up on that shelf.

Locked in her own high tower,

Put her own dragons to guard the gate,

cut her flowing tresses so no one can save her,

and sadly not even she can save herself.

So who's the Prince in this story,

who slays the dragon,

who's the King in this tale,

who frees the land.

Where's Aslam the lion,

to give a roar of victory,

where's the horizon in the distance,

the happy end to the happy story.

The thing with real life,

Is that when enough is enough,

there's no "Eye Of The Tiger" soundtrack,

its easier to just give up.

There's no Fairy Godmother hoping for the best,

Or wand that you can wish upon,

there's no magic carpet to whisk you off,

or instant healing after a prick from a thorn.

No blue genies, no rainbow coloured bears,

no secret closets, or old men who care

no rabbit hole, no mirror on the wall,

no one to catch you when you fall.

A frog can't turn into a prince,

One key can't open all doors,

A girl cant shrink to half her size,

And sometimes five doesn't automatically follow four,

HA!

There's no beginning there's no end,

you just find yourself in it, drowning in the deep end

there's no justice, there's no sense

there's no fairness, it all just ends.

yes..there is no fairness,there's no sense because...

There are monsters,

monsters that steal kill and destroy,

Sometimes these monsters are in us,

most times they come to all of us.

There are apples that choke,

and glass slippers that don't fit,

and fires that rage on,

years after they were lit.

The beasts aren't kind,

or magically turn into love,

they hate us with all they can,

and yet we never learn.

We never learn,

we never learn,

we never learn,

that life is no fairy tale..

This is no fairy tale.

It never was, never can be, never will

So why believe the myth that,

we can overcome anything by being still?