I am sick of all of it
Filled with distress
My heart cries in me
Doing all of it
I need to beg in this
Criticism filled this air.
No care no sympathy matters
I am punished without any shudders
Directions fade away in pain
and all my dearest go in vain.
Oh Mighty! I failed your aims,
while building castles of fame.
while building castles of fame.
Filled with distractions all around
I am still trying to burn them all down
I am still trying to burn them all down
and I know I can do it
Well I know I will do...
By Nistha Goel
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