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Their kind

I let my bridge burn, as I was protecting my borough,

I was a clown there, everybody was snickering at myself.

I never implored them to comprehend me as I go,

They weren’t cherishing me,

Nor supporting for the facets I discovered.

In a place of demons, I was standing like a folk,

I demanded a place where I was never belonged.

I cried my tears out, I toil for there happiness too,

In the end, it was in futile as I wasn’t there trooper,

I was primarily shamed.

I wanted to light there dwelling to stay,

They simmer me thinking I was committing it,

to snatch their home to make my way.

So I let them believe I wasn’t their type,

I went to wonderland sitting in my sky.

-Riya Shah

By Ray


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