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I have always lived in the shadows,
Not on the pedestal, not on meadows,
Hiding from the spotlight, wherever the light goes,
Pulling down the shutters on my windows.
I crucified my tomorrow, not believing in magical rainbows,
Because I knew, as tomorrow comes, my darkness grows.
Being alone, with so many unknowns,
Amidst friends and foes,
Looking at Instagram-perfect lives,
Emotions and dreams buried under catacombs.
While my nightmare clings to me like shadows,
I tried coming out of the shadows,
Yet I felt I was stranded on fallows.
I tried to be someone else, as the author plotted,
Only to feel destroyed and haunted.
Fairytales kept reminding me of treasures,
Yet all I could see was an imperfect mess.
Trying to fit in with sleeves of confidence
And a glow in a dress,
Trying to bloom and stand firm on my toes,
Nothing as compared to the spectators on first rows.
