They don't know
by Tanisha Sethia
How could I choose what I chose
How could I prioritise what was not true to me
How could I be a murderer
How could I be a selfish soul
Even when it killed me deep in
How could I not work
How could I do what I wanted do
When I knew what I had to
How could I fall into bad company
And become the definition of bad company
How could I spoil people
And now I have no remedy
How could I hurt another heart
Or maybe I should say hearts
How could I let my mask
Make me forget what it was.
Harshitha S. studies in Class 11 at Jyoti Niwas PU College in Bengaluru.
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