- POEM: By Aastha

By Aastha
Sometimes so mean, sometimes even worse,
Sometimes makes me laugh, sometimes even more.
It hits me, destroys me,
Then has the courage to face me,
The next day again.
It pushes me down, it laughs at me,
And I stand by it again.
It’s strange; stays by me and still manages to ditch me.
It hurts, suffocates, and plays dirty games,
I wonder what makes me believe,
Want more of it, despite all.
It always backstabs when I am expecting it least of all.
A few days I love it, rest of the time it disappoints,
It takes so much, gives so little,
It has left me so paranoid.
There is constant fear that haunts my heart,
It has managed to take away my peace,
The same fear of living this lifeless life,
The fear of suffering an endless strife.
The fear of losing someone again,
The fear of getting more of this agonising pain,
The fear of being pushed into the void when looking away,
The fear of darkness on a sunny day,
The fear that someone would hurt again,
The fear that I will never smile again.
This life gave me all,
Shamelessly took it back,
It possessed me to experience hell,
Made extra effort to ensure nothing goes well.
It promises me smiles each night,
It ensures that all will soon be right,
And, then, each morning betrays me…
I think it really hates me.
If life is so mean,
I wish to live death,
Regret this life, curse it,
Till my very last breath.