Queries

Dear Letmehelpyousortthemessbyprovingitsallyou.
Is life all about me or is it about those dear to me?

Do I get everything wrong or does everyone get me wrong?

Do I imagine things or think that I am imagining them?

Why do I let others tell me where I am wrong but think it’s none of my business to correct others?

Have I changed or just want to feel the change?

If I want to run away, is it because I am scared or because that’s the best thing to do?

If I give you the chance to correct me does not mean that you are supreme. If I accept my fault, it does not put you in the right. Well if I say my ego is hurt does not mean you don’t have an ego to begin with. If I say I am not perfect does not mean you are the idol of perfection.

It makes me wonder if I am the one who has mistaken the situation or you who never understood it. Just because you have a voice you can’t speak your mind as it may just put you in the wrong.

Today I stand on the doorstep knowing I was wrong, tomorrow it may be your turn. Or maybe you have not yet left that previous door step yet. My words may seem like I am lashing out on you or that I am spinning a yard of riddles. But let me clear the mist about one thing, I am who I am and never think I cannot put you down. I appointed you in my life and I can clearly dismiss you without any guilt. I will feel the prick but then again a prick is better than a slap across the face questioning my existence.

If I seem insane to you, the door is always open for you to walk out. And a fair warning to all, I am incomplete and in the process of formation. By tampering with me you may affect my moulding but you will suffer the maximum damage.

Sincerely,
The different one.