These Experiences

Maybe I am not the best at self-expression.
Writing the truth and the lesser recognition.

What I write may make me seem like a lunatic.
These experiences make my words imperfect.
Why am I in neglect?

What I write is not lies.
It is the truth unwritten in disguise.
Maybe I am not love or seen.
But I know what I want and I am keen.

The reason I am weak is because I never went through hardships to build me strong.
Is that wrong?
I don't want to be wrong.

So I am asking that you take me seriously.
Not to know me carefully.
But to see me diagonally.

As I am nothing but one person among billions.
Giving you my few suggestions.

by Safiyyah Manjra

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