WHAT AM I

 I am a mess of

things you hate

I am a silent

lonely mynah,

lost in the way.

Don't look at me,

your day will be doomed.

Your pity is not

what I want,

neither your love 

Give me a reason 

to exist, because 

I don't know

what and why. 

My days and nights

blurred into one,

just pain written in

my memory's margin 

Forgive me for 

what I said,

what I did,

but am not sorry

for my thoughts

that kept me 

dead 

and alive..

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