You know what you don't know
I like distorted things, the imperfect especially, the flawed, the things which doesn't make sense at all but make sense to me, called abstract. The blurred pictures tends to tell more stories than any other clear ones. Say I may not be different but weird, say I may not be real but fake. Me, talks a lot sometime; me, dwells a weird awkward silence in between; me, start acting stupid and dumb in front of people and me, a real sofisticated or depressed one. Sometimes me run away from people and sometimes me stay non willingly. I've heard it somewhere that we accept the love that we think we deserve. But what if we accept it from the wrong people. We do most of the time I guess and then left alone in the labyrinth. It takes us a lot of time to figure out the exit that makes us lose some part of ourselves. I don't know if there is anyone who knows me completely or who even knows me a bit , i don't know but would like to care. The thing about people's judgment about me kinda bothers me. Sometimes I get to know about myself from the people I don't even know exist. People are all around but it is so hard to find humans. Sometimes you think people to be humans and that too the good one and then you get to know that you were wrong by this whole time. This makes you question to yourself and makes you think that that how sick you are that you just can't even know about people properly and live in a lie throughout. You mistake some people as humans which they're not. Your beliefs and everything goes wasted, you start to feel wasted. I always think that I can manage things on my own , i feel uncomfortable for asking help from anyone. It is not that I don't want to take help, i would love to but maybe I am a wallflower or maybe just a stupid dumbass. My life is full of MAYBEs and IDKs. I don't have a sorted life as people see it, nor my life's a shit.
_ananya
Artwork by me
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