I am perfectly imperfect, beautiful in my flaws, sure of my insecurities, absolute chaos..a beautiful disaster .
I walk along the corridor
It seems familiar.
It feels like the core
Of what I'm waiting to be near.
It was a sense of deja-vu
Of walking around my past
It has been days since I'd been feeling blue
This memory didn't let it last.
The stone cold walls ,
The scratched down desks .
Your awaited calls ,
Our names inscribed in a mess.
Trying to keep at it
Even after feeling defeated.
Trying to leap at it
Even after justice was not meated.
The times of despair preceded,
My ability to bear.
It was brutal and not needed
The things they did proved they didn't care.
They were my supposed peers
My friends who greeted me with their decietful leers.
But now if I could I yet wouldn't change
As I've become something I never else would.
I've come a long way
Through a path of happiness and hardship
I'd never before had a say
On how each of my days could be lived.
My past has made me what I've become,
I've changed , I've learnt , I,ve overcome.
I am my own master
A beautiful disaster.
Alamelu.
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