Resentful feelings have come along my mind and my live for long. On track or astray, I walked my way all by myself.
I am truly all by myself. I look at myself in the mirror. Even my face my body, I managed and put efforts to shape it from a local girl out of a a humble background and gradually get established. I am not talking about plastic surgery or money or jewellery but manners and the thickness of my stories inside.
I am strong but still I can be beat easily. I am just a human so pardon my instance blues. In her song Evita whispered,"Anyone could hurt me and they do."
But. But I know no one can hurt me if I don't let it be done. I am used to protect and fight for every threat and all the tigers who come at night to turn your dreams in shame.
Not in a childish voice, but I meant it. Please, not in my castle in the clouds.
I am whining. Just some unconscious whining .