Magical Mess

 Now that I rule every heart on this earth picture from: @earldavies I'm not jealous, I'm sorry that all the fake things enticed you Profundity so unattainable that the lame jokes sufficed Your desperation for popularity is just teenage hormones, I don't blame you But you treated a good friend like invisible, it's a shame Made eye-contact with all others in the room, I saw you It's not my fault if your chose pretentious over raw You let me down for other people for you believed I wasn't worth you Don't come back; now that I rule every heart on this earth You invited our friend but forgot to call me, didn't you? Pretended I didn't mind but I was thunderstruck by that jilt It's like your snobbish smug attitude had consumed you Guess it was time my value in your life had to be impugned Now your friends tell me, "He is so beneath you" You've been humiliated enough so I keep my death stare inside a sheath My insecurities about losing thi

 Correct me if I'm wrong picture from: @sevdadeniz_caricatures Last night you cried before you went to bed But your parents are unaware of a single tear you shed You thought Canada is what you need but now you're not sure if you belong Correct me if I'm wrong, Correct me if I'm wrong You thought you'd find your tribe among the lighter skin shade But cultural shock is massive and you're trying hard not to self degrade You're wondering if your life changing decision was entirely wrong Correct me if I'm wrong, Correct me if I'm wrong You're working day and night to be rich despite enormous stress Yet making even ends meet feels like an endless process You can't afford the flight back home and so the wait is going to prolong Correct me if I'm wrong, Correct me if I'm wrong Numerous little wins but no one to pat on your back No one to say, "You've done enough for today, cut yourself some slack" Some days you feel too weak to

 Stake over self picture from: @debbieclark_art I tended to romanticize my life a lot All my faith was vested in the world, its people, its places, and its ways I wanted to change the system and rise to power in days Hoping I would roll people’s lives around like some dice I would snap my fingers, and everyone would heed my advice But who are we kidding Neither can I skip the snowstorms of the West Nor does the earth rotate at my behest But I do have control on what music I listen to when I walk in the storm And whether or not I adhere to the norm I can choose to forgive myself for the unintentional mistakes made I can decide which problem to tackle and what to evade If I want, I can make the best out of my week I can choose to stay hopeful and respond with love when everything around is bleak I still tend to romanticize my life a lot I’m bruised by the jostles of callous people, desolate places, and painful episodes I’m wrought by the choice of not walk