Tuesday, January 12, 2010

You are such a faker, you know that,
All the..."oh! I don't get involved in all this",is such a give away!
But...why are you like this?
Lemme look at your history.

Your mom wanted you to be a rose but you could not,
so came the mount of gook.
You always wanted to prove that you can be soft,
So,you batted your lashes all the time.

There was this guy whom you adored,
but he liked your petite, glam friend.
oh!The rage you felt! so, you started donning that wretched halter.
He would glance at you once, but that was it.

Your English teacher.How can you forget?
How you drank the whole dictionary to impress her with your "incomprehensible" words?
You slept at 4 A.M. every time before her class.
Damn! Those dark circles!

Sometimes when your maternal aunt commented on your pathetic manners with elders,
you tried your level best not to spread your legs apart and sit,
And say "please" and "oh, that's not a problem" a thousand times.

How many times you forced yourself to have that awful drink...
You don't even know its name!
All in the name to show that you are something different.
You can never forget the way you cried...when you puked.

You always hated the way your hair looked,
straightening, conditioning and the works...
It looked nothing less than a nest.
But do you still hate it?

You love celebrating your birthday.
You want that guy to fawn over you.
You hate those black pumps.
How you yearn to say that you still love Aqua.

You are such a big faker.
I can see it so well now. But you know what?
It doesn't make a difference, 'cause you simply can't see who you are anymore...
I've lost you ... my friend.

-MARINA PAULOSE

2 comments:

  1. I've seen only a few people disgrace oneself like u. Love yourself. Even I humiliate myself everyday but it takes me nowhere. But I satisfy myself by saying that everyone lacks something or the other. But whatever it is, you are one hell of a girl. Always think about what is positive within you, though it's hard to. I can't do that.
    About the poem, it reminds me of the song Creep by Radiohead. I do connect with this poem in a few places cause I've written a few like them. They are on the same line as yours. Read them on my blog and see if you can connect with them.

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  2. Hey zo! I love myself! And hell am i proud of myself! :) Marina wrote this poem and i don't think she wrote about herself either. She wrote for those few in the society who are weak and helpless enough to fall prey to people's words.
    I guess this is my mistake though. The title can be quite misleading. High time i edited it 'cause may thought the poem was about Marina!!!

    Take care zo!!

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