Annoyed

By Farhan Arfeen

Annoyed I am today, annoyed with myself.

Looked into the mirror, staring a figure I hate the most.

The mirror cracked today, got bruises on my knuckles,

Mum's all mad now, at a broken child breaking her mirror.

Am I a spiral? Will not straighten no matter you do.

Each day I wake up to a new me, who somehow disappoints even the

previous me.

Annoyed I am today, annoyed with the family.

My soul bleeds from the shackles they put on me.

It's annoying how I cannot hate 'em though I want to,

They, who brought me here, fed me when they needed to.

I love them but I cannot be what they've aspired,

I am a soul who seeks stars in the oceans of skies.

Annoyed I am today, annoyed with the world.

It drove me into a corner, to escape: only a narrow alley.

I hate how it's neither a heaven nor a hell,

Hate how I want to destroy yet save it as well.

Annoyed I am today, annoyed with everything.

So annoyed that I picked up the pen.

I write, and write, and write...all my rants.

The bruise is healing, so is the mirror taped.

Came the call of my Star, did all she could for me to calm, ease up my heart.

Listening her, I made up with mum: hiding her care behind her glare.

Annoyed I was today, annoyed with myself,

Waiting for the day, annoyed I won't be.

By Farhan Arfeen