Me,Myself and I

I always wonder about the perceptions people uphold..for example How easily they fake dig the reason behind ma happiness..¡!Some says, 'so u r happy with your lover..Right??' Some says, 'so u gain a lot of serotonin..Right?' Some says, 'u r becoming a kind of narcissistic..Right?'

But the truth is all far beyond!!!The story we r living is different to the story the world perceives..I'm still healing from the things I don't speak about.. I'm cherishing my moments with the people I love most in the world..For all those well wishers and naysayers of mine, My social media is public..But my life ain't!!.Just because I exist beyond the realm of your understanding,doesn't mean you have to judge me through the lens of your limited beliefs!!!!

          You say I'm a heartless smug...They say I'm mean and rude...Yes..It may be right!!
But u know what? How do u expect mercy from a butcher whose sole purpose is to cut anything into a pound of fleshes..
No one is a born Cruella.
Circumstances...Circumstances are the villain! The villain who always live in disguise as a scapegoat..Living with a heavy burden of realities,Because Destiny is a fickle b*ch!
the f*king realizations that the one for whom I would take an arrow would come to end up behind the bow🎯


And yet I immerse myself in the irony of fate!¡

Because It's true I never lived upto anyone's expectations.I was never a subservient woman;No not at all !! I always chose the path of estrangement and extremism. My parents were never proud of me;neither do anyone else ! They proclaimed me arrogant.But they seldom remembered the fact that I was left without an ensuing option. if and only if I could convince you about the choices I had to make from that option,how different things could have been!!! After all, at the end of the day all my blood and sweat could express only one thing : I don't let anyone who hasn't been in my shoes tell me how to tie my laces!!!! If that's abhorrent and sanctimonious, then I don't know where I'm growing upto be!!
I have always been true to myself, atleast I ain't an equivocator for my heart.

So coming to the point, my dear naysayers..The smug in me is always here! The thing is ,For u I'm always "Excuse me, I missed the part where that's ma problem??!" type. Oh yes,I can understand your sanctimoniousness😷.. ?But the f*k Idk is your promptness on spitting that shit in my mouth?¿¿? Oh dears, I swear even if you push me to cliff of my limit, I wont stop; I will fly🧚‍♀️(Yeah I know this ain't a Disney tale, So I always carry a parachute🤓).. Ergo, don't wait for me to avenge,Coz on the long enough timeline, the last laugh will be mine🎶
As I'm an outcaste for u, there ain't a need for the debate that whether I would be a Kamala Das or Limbale, it's absolutely none of your heed.
Go..go on with your shit eating priggishness🤪🤡👻..


#I'mHere 


- SalmaAneesaBabu🦋

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