I don’t know,
Is this what happiness feels like?
The weird rush in my veins,
Is it love?
What are feelings; does it ever ache?
For all I’ve known are these two voices,
Who never go silent and forever fight
Who control me and tell me how to act,
Who stop me and tell me when I overreact.
I’m a puppet in the hands of these two voices,
A pull towards the right and I’ll smile,
A push towards the left and I’ll cry.
I’m sorry, I’ll never be able to express or understand, that you rarely see my genuine side
and all you ever get is silence
I’m sorry, even I don’t know if there’s a heart inside.
For though I’m capable of caring,
I can’t let the voices harm you
Hence I’ll play according to the rhythm,
Till my heart strings wear out, and yours heal.
Author: Anubhi Srivastava
Editor: Adwita Chaure