Your claims
You claim you know me
But you do you really?
Have you seen my castle of memories?
Which has all these shades of people
People who haunt me day and night
There is a well of glass there
A well, meant to throw away the unwanted desires
Sometimes I climb down that well
Look around
And see how much I have sacrificed
You claim I am weird
But have you tried to be in my shoes?
Shoes that have thorns all over
That makes me lump
That hurt me on each step
And that can not be repaired
For they have become a part of my body now
You claim I have no heart
But have you tried to understand the reason for the void
The void that grows bigger each day
Making my nights restless
You claim you know me,
But holding hands doesn’t give you that right
Tell me now, do you really know me?
