I still haven't arrived on a suitable title for this poem.. it got me a whole 1 and half hour( i guess) to complete this. so here it goes..

was i that naive
that the deception was not enough
and my heart had to break into countless pieces?

was i that blind
when your promising eyes
allured me, i failed
to see the hatred in them?

was i that deluded
that your truthful lies
were the beautiful things
i loved to believe in?

was i that deprived
that your fake love
was all i wanted
in the story of my life?

the painful blows
showered by your masquerade
were veiled by love
and tethered with false faith

till the truth dawned, unveiling
the impact of your blows
- shattering they were
and got me suffering all way along!

THE WORST OF ME!

Here i go again counting all my flaws back.

i hate it that i suck at conversations
i hate it when i'm never able to decide anything for myself..
i hate it when i depend on others for my decisions and when they already decide i dont like it and end up their way..
i hate it when i always try to be more like someone else and less of being myself..
i hate it when i realise that i'm trying to show off infront of someone less privileged than myself..
i hate it that every time i try to get determined, i fail..
i hate it that i have to fake being so good
i hate it that i'm never straightforward
i hate it when i know that sometimes i end up being so filmy
i hate it that i never enjoy my present, think about my future and ruin both of them..
i hate it that i have to tell lies..
i hate that my hair is so rough and damaged that not even the best shampoos or oil or any remedy is able to treat them..
i hate than i'm never able to change this worst part of me!