We’re weird!

How weird is it when we try to mend others
When we ourselves are fully broken

How weird is it when we paint other people’s sky with the shades of red, yellow, and blue
When we ourselves are surrounded by the darkest of hue

How weird is it when we try to make others smile like a blossoming flower
When we ourselves are wilted like an evening sunflower

How weird is it when we want everybody around us happy, peaceful and without any scars
When we ourselves are devasted like a battlefield after the war

How weird is it when we want to shower all the love we have in our hearts
Even when we know that nobody’s going to reciprocate that art

How weird is it when we scream so silent yet so loud
when our mind is so full of thoughts yet lets nothing out

How weird is it that we part our lips for the most painful smile
When our laughter bleeds like a mournful ocean stride

How weird it is when we carry our scars like war marks
Not knowing that we’ve come a long way, endured a lot