By Vidyanshi Mittal
Keep a count of all of the voices,
not the ones that belong to you but
the ones they declaim to you regardless of any regard.
Maybe you will end up finding your path, or,
hatred will coerce you, and funnily
the loathing will be for yourself.
How does man manage to despise himself? Nonetheless,
cannot he step away from the distress?
Hold on,
does he want to?
He would know if he looked through the mess
rather than extrinsically—a task so tremendous
he would rather count his hurt.
Maybe, I will not make the same mistake,
and perhaps, will learn to walk between the extremes.
By Vidyanshi Mittal
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