@Uzair420 10 September 2020

Drowning all the way down.

I did build up walls, secured myself in a world of my own, but still those waves hit me, drowning me all the way down. A hand that came from somewhere,  shook my faith in myself to the bone, the hand went away, but the aftermath made me drown.  A constant struggle, a ferocious war, going on with and against myself, making me hate what I am, just because I was being myself.  A small crime, to be what I am, made me an object of loathe, made me drown in waves of depression,  but, then I made an oath. No one must be my boundary,  no one should be the brutal judge,  who will make me drown again, their oppression won't make me budge. I rose from the waves, winning against a weaker me, let's see if they win now, if they can define me. P.S : They here is anyone who made me believe that I am not good enough.