Was it wrong to be Born One or Trust Any?
Been an introvert,
Was compelled to turn out to be one for the sake of safety,
It happened yet,
Again and again;
With trust and distrust;
Freckles trapped in toxicity!
Tears filling nostrils,
Slowly wishpering to have the pleasure bearing it!
Twitching in hopes;
Sweat and fears dunked in;
For it was not willing to lift the parched body,
The path leading appeared dark!
For she ain't a boy?
Hardly a girl, merely a kid
Thought it was a hallucination!
But it's apparent that it is a matter of expectations;
Was it wrong to be born one?
Nothing is as concerning like the truth!
You probably inferred ,but still hold it