I’m ready to exist.
Years of cloaking myself from the world. Invisibility was my happiness until it started to suffocate me. Even I did not realise when did the walls which surrounded me since, forever started melting away.
I raised my hand,
tried to stand,
But,
I thought society will misunderstand.
There were situations where I was so desperately looking for someone who would reach out for me. I found no one, so I just observed the world with a distance.
The path to success was just a mile,
Only if I could have tried.
I had many opportunities to end this immorality of my non-existence. Yet, nothing could shatter my stubbornness.
I’m tired of being a ghost,
I’m ready for the command post.
This time there’s no going back but only looking forward. It ain’t a trick, time has come to speak.
I raised my hand, ready to stand,
I don’t care if society misunderstands,
With strong fists,
I’m ready to exist.
