When I laughed uncontrollably over the play of life, they said,” I am extreme”.
When I cried over the ugly and pathetic days, I was asked not be on extreme.
I loved her, wished her, believed and took the plunge and she whispered don’t do extremes.
They betrayed me, the innocence used my gullible nature and I felt the pang of disloyalty and it was the extreme.
I chose to talk about humanity, I went on talking and they reiterated, as I am an extremist.
Everything I tried, to be on truth, with logics, analysis and interpretations under the lights of life, the voices went louder to call me an extremist.
I am an extremist, I want to be like this to bring the truth on everyone’s face, if u say this is extreme, this is because truth is bitter and world around me want to be better disregarding their truth, I am sorry, I am on extreme.
I won’t exaggerate things in me to fit in this world rather would love to say what is right,on your face.
They talk about hypocrisy in BOLD letters but they are the biggest hypocrites, they masquerade their own self which they carry in the depth and at times they turn a bolt face, isn’t we call it hypocrisy.
Do hell with the world and do hell with their masked faces and i will keep on saying and singing the Truth of You and Me.
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My Diary,
I wrote about people who i came to know,being a stranger,became friends and left again with their hollow words.
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