I know that I am fearfully and wonderfully created
But I have never really had my beauty rated.
I know my season of redundancy is dated
But I am not exactly sure of when my recommendation is slated.
All I am sure of is that, the future, the one for which I am fated,
Will definitely get me elated.
I resigned to being an underdog
Because my enthusiasm was usually pushed under the rug.
I decided not to tug
And kept my emotions on plug.
Then, I went back to the trenches I dug
And pretended to be sipping coffee from my mug
So that I could avoid being offered a fake hug.
For my withdrawal, I had my reasons.
I had to learn a lot of lessons
By observing all their manipulation seasons.
I knew I could only succeed at that by offering myself as a sacrifice
So that I could watch right from the inside of their edifice.
Hence, I made the sacrifice.
It took years to get what I needed.
After it all ended,
I had perfected the art of keeping my emotions coded
And had a plethora of skills and virtues added.
Although, they thought they left me jaded
Because I acted as though I was gutted,
So that they don’t get my motive outwitted.
Now, I have a hopeful new song
Different from that of hopelessness I had earlier sung,
That had me drunk
With all the tears in my trunk.
I have a dream
That one day, my fate will become everyone’s dream.
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