Sore and Bitter..
If I care all the way & travel far, so far away, chances are?
If I avoid being told & act so cold, chances are?
If I try hard faking it; only to break it, chances are?
If I zip the lip, then want to give a tip, chances are?
If I cry, cry, cry & cry, chances are?
If I smile, grin & laugh out loud, chances are?
If I whine outwardly, then beam internally, chances are?
If my sighs grow & my fears show, chances are?
If I decide to sink & stop to think, chances are?
If I drop the stop; to stop the drop, chances are?
If my every fact is always abstract, chances are?
If I change my name from real to surreal, chances are?
If I straighten my waves & have a different face, chances are?
If I’m bitter and sore and I don’t want it no more, chances are?
If I loosen up on my way going up, chances are?
If I given up my hope and don’t want to try it anymore, chances are?
If they tell me no, then ask me to glow, chances are?
If I get ticked off & can’t storm off, chances are?
If I live in denial & fail the trial, chances are?
If they put my heart in a strolling cart, chances are?
If my sweaty palms never ever calm, chances are?
If I never forget my deepest pain and regret, chances are?
If I say no and prefer it raw, chances are?
If I’d rather stay than go the long way, chances are?
If I get hurt while cleaning of the dirt, chances are?
If all my words are full of "blahs", chances are?
If I try my hands in the wrong lands, chances are?
If the sands of time turn into sour lime, chances are?
If they pick me up only to shut me up, chances are?
It’s my heart, and it tastes bitter.. But I know I’m getting stronger.. My day will come very soon.. In one fine day.. insyaAllah..