Melodramatica

When my face betrays
What my heart feels-
Or when the ink spilled from my pen
Scribbles the story of my pain
I am labelled melodramatic.
Likened to the vulgar and the coarse
And who knows, maybe even worse!

I’m chastened for wearing
My heart on my sleeve
How many veils will I need
To even hide that I bleed?

I seek your forgiveness
For I cannot pretend
That all is hunky dory
When my feelings
Are all running awry.

Trampled and thrown away-
And yet I will never learn
This game called deceit
To be someone I am not.

So hurl your barbs at me as you always do
Even if being yourself is wrong
Let me sing my own song.

Anshu

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