The Excruciating Truth

By Ruhika Vij

Just another day

Haven’t figured yet the so-called ‘way’

Impractical it is, to never feel sick,

Or achieve the ‘best’ without any kick

Juggling along with fumbling,

in the hope of reaching the day where I feel complacent

breaking ties w people just cause ik I ain’t a ‘replacement’

I’ll soon learn to cook alone when there won’t be anybody for me at home

Trying hard to be different, but those plans are kinda difficult to implement

I’m not aware of what the future holds, collapsing in my mind’s stressful folds

why does life feels so hard, I mean I could give it all up and play the ‘I don’t care’ card

But even that’s hard even after knowing that my name would one day shred apart

Shedding tears about it seems the only way to lighter my cart

Then I wipe my tears and get back on my track again

Cause it’s a total waste, sitting in pain

I should rather believe in the seeds I’m planting

As God’s name I’m always chanting

So I start to believe that it would all make sense in the end

This is the force that drives me to be happy, or at least pretend.

By Ruhika Vij