My Art

By Prakriti Singh

My Art

They use me to start

I swallowed the truth, that couldn’t be impart

I gave them applauses without realizing, it was my art

I thought that they were friends and stars

But they were apart and smart

Now the scar, stays endlessly in my heart

Their names were enthroned on charts

My name, my mark, my stars, my art fell apart

I tried to escape the sight it’s just so hard

Now, I am deserted with white heart

By Prakriti Singh