A part of me.

The morning's clear, 

And my mind is trying to figure out where I am,

Stains of tears and late night fear,

has been there on my cheeks all night.

I look at my phone,

To check no one giving a damn,

I turn my head and tell myself that maybe it's good to be alone;

But then the heart realized the lies I just said.

I shake my head while I throw my covers aside,

I sit up on the edge, 

Thinking, "why it has to be this way?" 

Again, as I glide,

My foot on the floor, I think of how different things can be outside the cage.

I make my way to the bathroom,

I look at my stained face,

Adoring how puffy my eyes look because of crying.

It's just me, "another girl without grace"

Secretly hoping for the bus to break down,

As I get ready for my college.

I check myself one last time before leaving my room,

And realize that I look no less than a clown!

I go downstairs, waiting for the bus,

The "honk-honk" kills all the hope,

And I make my way to the bus,

Wishing to get my favorite window seat.

But alas! How come I be so lucky?

It's been occupied again.

I sit quietly next to a girl, 

Shoving in my earphones, putting a song on loop,

I close my eyes and keep it shut till we reach the college.

When I walk towards my building,

I hope not to see people grinning.

I keep my bag pack on the table 

And wait for others to enter.

The classes start one by one in a manner,

I wait for a break desperately to have some fun but in the end

Who am I fooling? 

I hate everyone hence I am the only one who is a loner.

I stand on the balcony and look at all the happy faces,

I come back to the class,

Wait for it to end,

And finally it's all over.

On my way back to home,

I think of all the things I've done,

And secretly miss having pals,

As I close my eyes till I reach home.

The day is done.

And have survived it again.

The thoughts start crawling as the night grows older;

I know that heavy eyes had enough 'cause even the heart is colder!

It's like a depressing movie tape,

That's been stopped, rewind and played since ages,

Doesn't spectators know,

It won't make it any better?