I can’t handle myself through this unkind world with no emotions. It’s very tough to get through mumma. I want to hold you tight and cry my heart out because I know you are the one who can understand me, can feel me. I look at the unwiped teardrop I shed sitting all alone in the darkness of loneliness. I need you. Although I can’t tell u my problems but still I want to come to you. Please mumma. Come to me here.it’s getting tough for me every day. It seems I am not made to live here. I want to be cozy and cared by you, near you. I cry for you without showing you coz I know it would make you sad. I am not the one people think me to be neither can I explain them what I am. I am quiet not because I don’t like them, it’s just because I don’t like talking and mingling with people so much. People think it’s my attitude, but it’s the heavy heart which I carry within myself with a sweet smile on my face because I know that the people around me are not worth that they understand me and my emotions. I don’t know why does this happen to me that I am not able to make my space amongst people. I don’t understand the reason why m always thought to be a weak character. Is it because of my simple nature. The love which I give to anyone or the trueness which I have. It’s not that I am proud of myself or I think myself to be a super character, but now I realize by coming into this world that I have some things in excess and some things in less. I feel hurt when someone doesn’t care for me, why, when I know that the other person is just a stranger whom I have met a couple of months ago, then why do I expect and why do I give so much that I feel hurt at the end. I don’t know why can’t change myself according to the people around me. I don’t know why the hell do I expect when I know I will not get anything in return. I don’t know why should I put myself own at each step so that I let the other rise in a hope that the other person would be with me when I need them to be. God does justice people say, but y does god make people like me who have an extra weak heart to stand anything which comes amidst the way. I know wat my weakness is…my biggest weakness is I don’t know how to show anything fake. I don’t know how generally behave in public. I don’t know how to handle adverse situations. Mumma please come to me Mumma. I am very alone here.I need you. Please come and make life simpler for my. I can’t handle my emotions any longer ..I need someone to hear my emotions .. This would help me find solutions to my problems. I have been brought up tenderly in a cocoon of love which everyone is.. but the problem with me is that I don’t know how to handle things gently and cleverly. Amidst the emotions I am unable to use my mind and that’s the reason I get more entangled into stuffs which make my life a hell to live in. I know I have a way out of things but the current situation becomes unmanageable.
