My Dark Hole,
You slimy middle one,
You have decided my life since birth,
Its you who has conditioned me,
My instincts are at your beck and call,
My schedules are altered to protect you,
My ambitions are structured considering your safety,
My relationships are based on your availability,
Its you that is noticed and not me,
And I am made to feel I am in you rather than you being in me,
I get a feeling of filth when I sense the secret gazes on you,
Sometimes I just want to stitch up your walls so that I can find peace,
When the garbage of realisation accumulates in my soul
I get angry and I hurt you,
I make you bleed,
When you bleed,you push me into a shithole of emotions for no reasons,
The world has still not been able to define you,
It rather defines me in relation to you,
And in that narrow definition my self is murdered heniously,
Neglected is my pride,my mirth, my existence.
I try to shut my ears and blind myself to escape the feeling of vulnerability,
But your presence in me will always make me porous.
I know I am coveted only because I have you,
But I wont let you be happy or feel good,
I wont let slitherers to slip into you,
Thats my revenge to the one who has placed you in me
Because my life is the price you make me pay for carrying you in me!
