When the sky is clear and the moon is not there,
I feel the lump rising in my throat but now I don’t care.
As I watch the sky , I tell the invisible to shut up,
I want it to stop pitying me, my frail face in my hands I cup.
Whenever I’m pushed out, I show that I don’t care.
I show that I am sulky to fight back every tear.
Then and again I am told to get away, I am told to clear out,
Am I even important? The thought runs me into doubt.
As everybody stings the poison of their words into me,
I know I’ll remember it all till eternity.
Living with the scars is what is to be done now on,
Nothing can be done otherwise, my strength is all gone.
Fake a smile, hold your head high and keep giving,
Because life goes on, it pushes you forward, so keep living.