Who comes for you?
Is it the society?
The well-wishers
Love ones and close associates
They all come with their sledgehammer.
Each one with a court grave
Not leaving the scale of justice behind
All came out with full force at you
But who comes for you
When life slices you.
In bits or wait in pieces
And it turns out to be
A pity party sucking in that’s what they all call it
But wait, is it or does that mean it
You just left alone.
No one understands you
No one sees you
All they see are different things
And it all goes on and on
When life slices you.
But wait before you judge me
Try as much as you can to walk in shoes
What shoe, you ask me that really
You need to fit into that shoe
When life slices you...till then.
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