By Ananya Bansal
The voices in my head find
A new type of trigger
And the world gets a bit bigger
How insignificant the hours
I base myself on are
Why am I ignored I wonder
While the world is a revolving mass of blunder
The universe is accelerating at a vast speed
Still, all I am able to is silently bleed
Multitudinous pages of history
Yet I like to delve in my mind’s misery
The Higgs particle gives mass to quark
Nonetheless, the emptiness inside me continues to lurk
Science serves as my reality check
But somehow, I let angst creep up my neck
By Ananya Bansal
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