Neglected child in me

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Standing at that stage of life where everything seems so impassive.

Time is passing but that neglected child in me is still standing amidst the crowd where others are receiving a bouquet of love and concern,

But no one is there to even extend their hands to pat my back for a few good jobs I have done.

Everyone has something to exchange advice in return for the mess they explained,

But no one is there to even listen to, what scares so much that child's brain?!

Everyone comes to give a sermon without even knowing the burden this heart contains.

Being docile is the only lesson the only thing this neglected child has attained.

People have problems, it's true but dealing on your own is the only thing this neglected child has always gained.

One of the lessons this neglected child learned is to always give but don't expect anything in return because it's the only ritual that remains the same. 

Many times amassed lots of attention because at times for people that neglected child was the only option.

Met many and all left but that neglected child in me is still inconspicuous.

People came with open arms that took help, used, and evacuated.

Things seem so deep-rooted that it's creating massive strain.

It seems that the neglected child in me will always remain the same.


 

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