THE CRIMINAL
She is a criminal……
In order to live –
Imagine: just for that,
She has killed
And disposed off
- Oh, so cold bloodedly –
My very existence.
And still
She is called me!
She lives with a mask:
A face that belongs to me,
A name that belongs to me,
And a lot more that is mine.
But she has
A heart of stone
And a mind not her own,
But it can be
Set and reset,
Scheduled and rescheduled
According to
The ways of the world!
Oh, so much unlike me!
She talks and talks
All the while,
And hides her sorrows
Behind a smile.
She lets many people
Call her a ‘friend’,
Even though her feelings
They don’t understand.
Oh, why does she have
So much to pretend!
Why can’t she just
Be herself?
No, but then
She will be me.
Does she know
I am
Dying to help her
And help myself?
Does she know how
Suffocated,
Imprisoned,
Directionless,
Lifeless
I feel?
Does she know how
Suffocated,
Imprisoned,
Directionless,
Lifeless
She will feel
When
The time will come
And the mask will melt
And her face will merge
With vacuum?
Does she know
Where she is going?
Does she know where she is
Coming from?
Does she at least know
Where she is?
Or does she know anything
Or anyone?
I want her to be
Myself again,
Myself and me alone.
But I shall not pray
Or plead,
Or ask for my need.
I shall just
Wait
Until she is
Convicted
And punished,
For she is a criminal
And should be punished.
And her punishment would be
To be myself again.
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