Hello
If something is unusual, that does not mean it is not true.
Thanks
Bithi
I am crying,
Though I’m trying to stop.
I’ve locked the door of the cubicle
Of this school washroom.
Still I’m afraid
Someone might hear me cry.
They say crying means
You’re weak.
And that I am.
Because, I can’t stop.
No, I’m not crying because I’ve failed,
But because I’ve stood first.
And my classmates can be cruel,
When they’re jealous.
The elders don’t notice
My troubles.
People seem to forget
They’ve been students once,
When they grow up.
So, I am crying…alone.
Copyright 2020 by Bithi Paul
If something is unusual, that does not mean it is not true.
Thanks
Bithi
I am crying,
Though I’m trying to stop.
I’ve locked the door of the cubicle
Of this school washroom.
Still I’m afraid
Someone might hear me cry.
They say crying means
You’re weak.
And that I am.
Because, I can’t stop.
No, I’m not crying because I’ve failed,
But because I’ve stood first.
And my classmates can be cruel,
When they’re jealous.
The elders don’t notice
My troubles.
People seem to forget
They’ve been students once,
When they grow up.
So, I am crying…alone.
Copyright 2020 by Bithi Paul
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