I have felt this for years
And kept silent
But when one of your biggest fears
Comes alive
You cannot just let your
Personality burn
In the funeral pyre
And keep feeling like
A spare tyre!
Kept in the back seat
Of someone’s car
Till the deep treads
Of the other four fade away
And can only go so far!
Your services are needed
And you are expected to
Perform in the same manner
As the newbies did
You feel cheated.
You were a new one once
Shining and treading along
With shining chrome wheels
And feeling strong.
Not anymore,are you the
First choice
You are called when there is a need
To give others a rest
Or when in emergency
The others bleed.
You are expected to smile
And to run at the same speed
Gosh! No more
Will I let this happen to me
Be the second when the first ones flee
I have this strong desire
Of never feeling again
Like a spare tyre.
Either take my skin and put
It to other use
I don’t deserve to be
Second hand anymore
The one you can refuse
Or sell me to another car
Who will respect me
The way I am
And understand
What pressure I could once withstand
I won’t let you insult me anymore
Cuz I know more than me
You need me more
Look into my eyes
And see the fire
Cuz I won’t let you again
Make me feel
Like a spare tyre !
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