White I'm used to bending backwards, always on di | English Poetry

"White I'm used to bending backwards, always on display I'm used to smiling through curves, hoping they'll stay I'm used to giving all, though they rarely care I'm used to chasing the shadows, feeling lost in the air I'm used to saying yes, while my heart feels sore I'm used to hiding my needs, as I open every door I'm used to feeling like a ghost, in rooms where I don't belong I'm used to thinking love is earned, in a world that feels so wrong I'm used to hoping for a moment, just a spark of light I'm used to feeling like a puzzle, missing pieces out of sight I'm used to waiting for a call, that never seems to come I'm used to knowing deep down, that I’m not the only one ©Anagha Ukaskar"

 White I'm used to bending backwards, 
always on display 
I'm used to smiling through curves, 
hoping they'll stay  
I'm used to giving all, 
though they rarely care 
I'm used to chasing the shadows, 
feeling lost in the air  

I'm used to saying yes,
 while my heart feels sore 
I'm used to hiding my needs,
 as I open every door
I'm used to feeling like a ghost, 
in rooms where I don't belong
I'm used to thinking love is earned, 
in a world that feels so wrong 

I'm used to hoping for a moment, 
just a spark of light
I'm used to feeling like a puzzle, 
missing pieces out of sight  
I'm used to waiting for a call, 
that never seems to come
I'm used to knowing deep down,
 that I’m not the only one

©Anagha Ukaskar

White I'm used to bending backwards, always on display I'm used to smiling through curves, hoping they'll stay I'm used to giving all, though they rarely care I'm used to chasing the shadows, feeling lost in the air I'm used to saying yes, while my heart feels sore I'm used to hiding my needs, as I open every door I'm used to feeling like a ghost, in rooms where I don't belong I'm used to thinking love is earned, in a world that feels so wrong I'm used to hoping for a moment, just a spark of light I'm used to feeling like a puzzle, missing pieces out of sight I'm used to waiting for a call, that never seems to come I'm used to knowing deep down, that I’m not the only one ©Anagha Ukaskar

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