In the world of happiness,
She always frowns.
When everyone out there with friends,
She sits in the tiny room;
for hours an end.
but the light from the lamp.
She tried to blend in with the world,
or be more sociable.
but the more people she meets,
Some hurt; some make her smile.
Not to love she say,
but then for a love, she pray,
maybe no black and white; just grey.
but all burn inside her.
She walks alone; faking a smile
deep within are pairs of agonies
grief, distraught, but still she smiles.
Walking down the pavement, she stops;
turning around are unfriendly friends,
they wave at her; camouflaging a smile,
she looks away and continues.
They call her weird; some call her crazy;
She keeps telling herself; she will make it,
through all the taunts and mocking laughs,
as she walks past.
In a world of her own,
She doesn’t belong to a crowd;
She is the odd one out…💫
Dear diary, 22.06.2020
~Adv Ankita Wadhwa