For those who let other people affect themselves more than they should.

For what?

It pinches, deep inside

pricks without permission

as her eyes gleam with determination

while I sit and stare.

Why can’t I be that?

Aren’t we both from the same tree?

I don’t want to be that,

for there is an ‘otherwise’.

I now feel on a pedestal, I aim for the heavens.

But, she still aims for earthly pleasures.

I, now, surpass him.

Why can’t she come up now?

For what is she fighting?

I feel safe and fair;

for what I fight is real.

But it still pinches;

It still pricks.

Is it actually real?

~ Aman Kapur