Unwanted Child

Born to 
world of mistakes, 
where I knew one was me. 
Looked up to chances to lock their glance 
 at me. 

sides his to her, 
losing sense of myself. 
Dodging confrontation made me 
like them. 

Stuck in 
self pity storms. 
Web of doubts created by me, 
either scared or chocked, the ones who 
loved me.
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Mansi Babbar

She's a dreamer who believes in happy endings. She also believes in love at first sight yet she feels that relationships are built with effort. She is a perfectionist; her feedback is as cruel for you as for her own work. What she can't express in words, she expresses through her poems. She lives her life like there's no tomorrow.
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