At times you wonder, why I'm so distressed

I believe no point disclosing feelings that are already suppressed...

My mood swings annoy you that are often unstable

but, I'm not a limelight moth, attention makes me feel uncomfortable...

To you it seems I'm happy alone

again, its not my choice but the way I've grown...

You think, I mean when I say- just don't interfere

its not, in fact it affirms that I very much wish you to but can't share...

You believe I'm too feeble to take my stand

I say, I could if ever I had a magic wand...

You hold strong that I can never change

I assure, I will but in a right time range...

Yes you say, all will be fine..trust me..just let it go...

but, again what I feel may not be necessarily what I show...

n 'what I show' is something you knowingly also don't know...

I’m not perfect, I agree…
But whenever I try to approach perfection,

I land up giving imperfect me…

I try not to delve deep into things

but you tell me,

what can I do if my thoughts have wings?

I try to cheer and also I try to smile

though, unknowingly it lasts only for a while...

My efforts not to be sensitive at all

but each time I try, I fall...
I try not to shed a single tear
maybe it’s not me but my fear...

I try my best to not to hurt you

but, all I end up is fighting hue...

I know I’m not suppose to cross that line-
a line that defines and confines

but, you need to understand 
that it is my conscious not being mine...

I earnestly wish to be what you want me to be

But

 I fail as I’m what ‘they’ want me to be…..

I’m not perfect, I agree…

But whenever I try to approach perfection,

I land up giving imperfect me…