Tuesday, November 8th

Dear diary,

Am I the only..!?

Why, with crowds, my feet get cold?
Unlike the rest, who go so bold.
Like the outgoing soul, I tried to mould,
But the inner me can never let it hold.
Is there a market where anxiety is sold?
Or, like a paper, can it get fold?
A million times for this I'm scold.
Again and again, to myself I told,
Giggles and barbs, everytime ignored.
Am I the only gossiped and trolled?
Why, in every situation, I'm controlled?
Will this era ever change or remain the old?

prachi