We masked ourselves.

We start to believe that we are accepted but still somewhere inside this idea of keeping your thoughts infront of this whole goddamn world,

Pricks you.

Your inner self wants to, let out.

And this is the point in our life, where we have to push back hard.

So hard that this weight of expectations shake off our legs and we break free of its captivity.

We swim. And we come on to that land; dry and soaked with experiences.

And then we walk upto that door of self acceptance.

We know. I know.

That this world is in need of more hands to pull so many people out there, who are drowning.

Similar situations. Different faces. Separate locations.

I among many of you, wanted the same.

To be accepted and to be said out aloud that yes

SHAKEB is among us. We accept you.

And somehow, still wanting to be a part of them,

I couldn't divide my attention from my own thoughts.

I started speaking.

I was then stared with odd looks.

I embraced my wishes. I was the one people laughed at.

And then.

You know what happened?

My miserable self, walked away from me.

I knew that no matter how much people will pull me back to be among them, i will never be.

My mind is not like them.

I think differently.

When i accepted myself. I accepted my scars.

I accepted my mistakes. I accepted my wants.

I accepted my flaws. I accepted that I'm unloved.

I accepted and joted all of these points down.

I started to reconstruct my courage.

And well, i started speaking infront of the masses.

And i was not surprised when they appreciated.

I knew i deserve it.

Because I became what I wanted.

All I'm asking you is to hear me.

Will you?