Who you are

By Vanshika Srivastava

Let me drown in my splattered paints 
That you called art 
Rewind to the moment when I realised the
Sky wasn’t actually dark 
Look into my eyes and see your truest reflection,
Confessions of my raging heart— 
Shallow breath is just a start 
’Cause I don’t know who you are 

Did my vision paint my imagination onto you? 
Was my heart actually the villainous crook? 
Was my cry heard too hard or too soft to be called true?
Tell me who you are, 
I just want to know who you are 

The great escapade to furnish my wings: 
When I scraped against the good old wood 
I saw a string tossed for me to get back to you
I started counting the full moons 
As we travelled through years within an hour
One would swear never to choose 
(Granted, you never even knew) 

I never knew that anger can ignite from hurt 
The sorrow makes every line seem blurred 
When you don’t touch me I feel like a caged bear
Hiding my claws in my fur— 
I gave it my all, kept you entertained for so long