Of Love and Games

You hide behind a lot of things.

You hide behind your poems. You hide behind your circumstance. You hide behind your fear.

You hide what you really feel through tons of words that will altogether mean just only one thing. You hide from what your heart says by saying that no words can suffice it.

You hide who you really are by putting justification to your actions. You wear your misfortunes proudly as if these are going to make people tolerate you, if not understand. You wave your misery so high in your attempt to give yourself the right to act they way you want to act, to feel the way you want to feel, or even to NOT feel the way you really feel. You blame it all on your circumstance.

You hide your fragility and sensitivity through your cold, detached front. You mask your want to belong- to love and be loved- through your prejudicial mind which operates similarly like that buzzer machine in spelling competitions - you are in every way a control freak trying not to misspell a word, trying not to make that buzzer sound, trying not to lose the game. You dismiss anything you can't define, much less understand because you know that your inability to define these things is like an acknowledgement of your inability to control them. You hide behind your fear of the unknown - or is it, your fear of the things you refuse to know.

I can tell you a million reasons why you should stop this but only one that I will, with all my heart and soul, mean.

Stop hiding Jarreed. Coz I'm It. And this game isn't fun anymore.