Written by: Aishwarya Samptur
Edited by: Noordeep Kaur
as you share your rose-tinted life,
i envy the glasses you wear,
because all i see is blue.
as you surround yourself with mirth and laughter,
i stay huddled in my room.
i look through the window and i crave to be you.
how freeing would it be,
to escape the clutches
the loneliness has on me.
a memory of how life once was,
when my view was as vivid as yours.
even i can’t hold your happiness against you.
so instead the threads of depression
loom over me, weaving tighter and tighter.
who is to blame? if not you, then who?
with all the time i hold in solitude,
my brain speeds into overdrive.
faster and faster until all i feel is regret.
could i be you, if i tried hard enough?
could i be happier, if i worked hard enough?
could i be me again? is that possible?
could i be the one wearing the rose-tinted glasses?
could i feel the warmth you’re wrapped in too?
could i be like you, the way i was too?
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