The Mystery Which Is Me

I’m sad when I’m happy,
I feel good when things are crappy.
I laugh when I’m upset,
I remember things more when I forget.
In a crowd I feel alone,
It’s always the important things I postpone.
I talk the most when I’m quiet,
I always eat more when I’m on a diet.
I stay awake all night and sleep in the morning,
I overlook advice, even when it’s a friendly warning.
I become laidback when faced with an issue,
I cry the most when I don’t have a tissue.
I let major problems roll off my back and focus on the little ones,
I don’t follow the shows as much as I watch the reruns.
I eat eggs without the yolks,
I become serious when someone jokes.
I lose interest in my passion,
I follow trends when they go out of fashion.
I watch less of the originals and more of the remakes,
I feel in love the most when my heart breaks.

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Nikita Mehendiratta
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I can say that I have been feeling the same since a very long time. Penned so easily. I don’t know if appreciation for the poem is of any worth. it has beyond imaginary meanings.

Preeti
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Indeed the human life is so mystical, so magical in itself..even ages couldn’t explore the hidden secrets! Nicely written:)

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