Solitude

By Divya Jain

Though she is a social creature by nature,

yet she prefers it.

She knows that it will drive her mad,

yet she wants it so bad.

She wants it so bad

because only in its embrace, can she take off her mask.

That she wears to save herself,

from questions that fake acquaintances ask.

Those who saw only saw her act,

that she put up to keep her sanity intact.

The only one who saw both her worst and best

was snatched away from her by the jealous rest.

They still wonder about the reason

but never did it once cross their mind,

that she stayed in it, not by preference,

but due to their hopes and treason.

They still wonder

why she needed it so bad,

why she wanted it like mad?

Truth be told, it wasn't what she wanted

or what she longed for.

It was all she had.

By Divya Jain