And you called me a loser..

Am in one of those dark moods today that usually follow a rain or precede it.

I’m thinking of words that were said…just words tossed out on a moment…engraved inside my mind, where I’ve shut the door on them firmly but obliterate them…never. Things that were never spoken of, but implied so very clearly…so much, that my reply shall also come, implied but never spoken.

Someday, some faraway day, some peaceful, happy day, I shall forgive.
But forget, never.

You called me a loser
And you said I would never get anywhere being this way.
And you implied I was weak
Since you knew I wouldn’t defend myself

Well……I still don’t.
Since I’ve been ‘this way’
And gotten to where
You ask me how I do it.

And that is my final reply.

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About IdeaSmith

IdeaSmith is the digital doppelganger of Ramya Pandyan (intrepid train-traveller and frequent spouter of post-midnight rhymes and rants). As IdeaSmith she battles obscurity and slays boredom with her stories about men, books, digitalia and Mumbai. She performs live and also blogs, tweets, Instagrams, Facebooks, +G’s, Youtubes and Goodreads all as IdeaSmith. Ramya is a blogger, digital storyteller and spoken word performer. She also runs a forum for aspiring writers called Alphabet Sambar. Tweet-bomb her at @ideasmithy.

Posted on August 14, 2004, in Hormone hangover. Bookmark the permalink. 1 Comment.

  1. mebbe that hurt played a
    critical part” in enabling your onward journey..why make ourselves miserable with “cancerous” legacies…

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