You okay?
(She was affected towards herself but gradually maturity flipped her to the external world and again excessive maturity flipped her towards herself explaining on she doesn't need the external world anymore and believed their fake actions were a pusher of her success)
You're doing great nah? You're living your existence with numerous cheers. I see you enjoying every second. You're often capable of dragging a beautiful smile in everyone's lip! You're always smiling and smiling and so interactive with everybody passing by. You're making the whole out of every second.
But hey? Why is a smile so robotic? Why did you laugh so crazily at my silly joke?Why did you go to the bathroom? Why did you sleep during lunchtime instead of during class time? I checked your bag and why was the handkerchief wet? I checked the dustbin, and why was there the wrapper of pills? I followed you this evening and why were you roaming around instead of departing to home? Why did you lock yourself in the room for so long?
Why do you bathe so often? Why do I see you on the terrace everyday? Why do you never turn on your video on the group-call? You are always there facing people but why are you afraid of going close to them? I saw you running from the teacher instead of asking the question why? Why do you always drop your eyes while interacting with boys? Why don't you make male friends? Why do you have a case of medicines on your shelf? Why was there a hand mark on your back I saw through the back laced t-shirt you wore one day?
Why was there a blue wound in your defined abs while you wore a sari? Why do you always choose to wear loose pants?Is there something that hurts?Why do you always dress like a complete wrapper when you go out in public? Why does my voice raise so high when the teacher talks about "women's rights"?
I visualize your funny language as a bedsheet to hide your agony.I reflect your loud laughs as your loud cries. I glimpse the 24/7 delighted eyes as an 8 hour waterfall. I comprehend your flexible hands as an attempt to cut it. I spotted your beautiful neck as a dangerously red speckled organ. I noticed the way you attempt to shield yourself in a crowd.I appreciate the way you choose to be safe sitting in the corner of the classroom. Your stretched lip muscle amazes me about your stretched courage to act every time. Your heavy grin reminds me of your heavy heart. Your love-able behavior notifies me of a rage sprinting in your heart. Why her? Why not him? you know no one deserves this but WHYY ONLY HER? Why can't the rapist face the consequence?
Listen, you passed this. It's not easy:) you often get negative reviews and that's obvious. Traditional people tend to blame the raped one instead of the rapist or maybe not blaming it like drawing the mischief character which definitely makes you stressed out about.You let them not expose. The more popular the more stressful at the same time the rapist flutters with benevolence due to no reactions of the women. And you are encompassed there with the circle of confusion and penetrating decision making as fast as possible. People make you more stressed out and for your kind democratic life silence would be your decision for sure.
Celebrate your saved life. You know making it popular won't make the police grab them. You got a-lot of examples of that.
Dear girl, you can make it. You are well built!
Now, you have the chance to understand all of the victims and no one can do it like you. You are the most powerful being. You have the fire lightning to burn the rapist. You have the cotton making to form a soft corner to the victims. You have the courage and you have a firm willingness and determinant eyes as a lady to conclude all these cases.
You know it is a part of life but you CAN DO IT. You can make those not reiterate as you have the sensation of a million tears and you know the pain in each of them. You know the fear of off road and you have the ability to teach other drivers the good way to drive on the road you've passed.
You've gotten a new life dear girl. You are now going to break your older version of you and fix it as a better and new version of yourself. Remember others' support or others' disturbance won't affect your personal goal. You are the driver of your road and you know your affection towards yourself will determine where your hands move the steering wheel. I heard somewhere that traveling your life without self love is like traveling with one punctured tire of your four wheels. Time is suction of your agony and I know about life dragging us to the condition we can do nothing about and sometimes you gotta dig in to the solution and find what can you do next but we often forget to be patient for sake to solve something with a sprint.
She is similar to him but she has more despondency. She got less fortune and she got less in everything. Her baby's infancy was a load to some and the baby's movement was jealousy to some. They tried to make her conclude the existence but she is not your type dear public she can do anything if she wants just shut your mouth. She was doubted at everything and you guys made her Apart her soul?
Drawing herself into the compass of indiscriminate individuals
Fluttering here and there for rights
Perching with no-one with benevolence
Inner rage fighting to stab out
Dragging the stoppers behind
Claiming herself ahead with a tread
And persuading I can do anything I want for my good.
Undergoing the clashes,peaks and valley
Unbearable issues furnished verbally and physically
All we are diverse to each other
All we have variable opinion
We're supposed to be complementary to men
Yet,they effort to envelop us
And set out to conclude our success