4 Years.

By Navni Patni

four years. 

four years of confinement

in these stupid words, 

in these stupid scripts, 

in these stupid pages of paper.

depicting characters who aren’t truly me.

who aren’t what I believe in.

who aren’t anything or anyone I aspire to be.

who leave me dangling amidst spacings in lines.

who leave me crawling as I bare my mouth open,

to scream,

to cry,

to smile.

yet I sustain,

raging through my hands,

crying through my eyes,

smiling through my teeth, 

and dying through my mind. 

had you loved my heart as you did your wrath,

you would’ve seen through those lines.

you would’ve seen through my words.

you would’ve seen through my lies.

but instead, you bestow this curse,

and say acting is seen in eyes.

and what makes it even worse,

is that you aren’t even acting to try.

try caring about my dreams,

try caring about my cries,

try caring about me,

try caring about my life.

By Navni Patni