The hands on the clock keep ticking,
asking me what I was thinking?
Did I believe that hours would wait,
For me to stop all the self-hate.
I stayed stuck in my bubble,
Unwilling to face others’ chortle.
Putting my heart on someone else’s sleeve,
Seemed the easiest way to be deceived.
Within these glass walls, I lingered,
Watching people live unfiltered.
While I acted transparently by design,
But in reality, I was just life’s concubine.
Playing at the part,
Too afraid to start.
So caught up that when you finally arrived,
All my actions seemed too contrived.
As I tried to break from this cage,
I had to become my own wise sage.
That I had built a diamond hard shell,
Which slowly became my personal hell.
Now I start to chip away, let the shards fall,
Embrace the cuts, the sparkle and love it all.
© Manivillie Kanagasabapathy
