"A perfect picture lies in a broken frame"
if this is so then,
why does everyone run after it ?

Our soul is like a building
to make the outside so flawlessly beautiful,
or in one word, perfect
the very foundation breaks

What is the point of making
what the world sees perfect
just to completely break
what belongs to you ?

from the moment you are born
people start planning your life for you
the expectations hanging heavy

Go to school, get good grades
Go to college, get good grades
Get a job, with a good salary

Buy a house
Marry to start a family
and finally settle down

Have some kids
Raise them
make them marry to start a family
and give you grandkids

Finally retire
and live the rest of your days
waiting to die

Forget your dreams , forget your wishes
just to live a life that is meaningless
I don't want to live like this

its pathetic how much i cry
and i don't even know why
if i can't stop these tears
i want to know
why do they flow

A silence that screams
A smile that lies
A brain that dreams
A heart that hides

Eyes that water
Hands that shake
Words that slaughter
Laughter that's fake

A temper that rises
A sorrow that drowns
A hatred that despises
A fear that hounds

A storm so fast
The thunder so loud
A cliff so vast
The drop so foul

A scream that haunts
A fear that breeds
A heart that rots
A hatred that feeds

That's all I am in the end
Nothing more to see
Without a single friend
All alone, its just me

this heart of mine
used to trust everybody
once upon a time
now it can't trust anybody

after you broke it
betrayed it
mocked it
played  with it

you are gone
but it still suffers

You were fake friends no doubt
but I still catch myself missing you
you used me for your own gain
but I still miss you

I miss the secret notes passed in class
the games during the lunch break
the inside jokes , the silent laughs
I miss truth or dare and the staring contests

I miss the way I felt about you
the way you looked at me

Your name which was once familiar  in my mouth
now feels so distant , like the one of a stranger
we used to communicate by eyes only
but now you refuse to meet my eyes

you see me everyday in the corridor
but pass me by like a stranger
I know I should forget you
like you forgot me
but... I can't

I try to forget the past but sometimes ..
it still creeps up on me ..
.........................
I miss you, I miss ASA
I miss AAVICE

always in the shadows
never the one in the spotlight
always the helper
never the one to shine

always in second
never the first choice
always the thinker
never the voice

tear me down and break me
cause I don't matter
take my heart just to
leave it to shatter

I try my best to shine
but someone always shines brighter
I try and try
but I'm not a fighter

not in first and not in last
always somewhere in between
I', quite unremarkable
I'm never seen