Aisha Farid

We often make mistakes, some may be great.

For all our sakes we should run from the hater.

The hater is me & I wish to be free.

The emotions burn, I am shattered & I have no idea what they will find.

Pieces of me are scattered, their words too kind.

My thoughts wander so far that I no longer know where they are.

They are in my head but I wonder whether or not I am dead.

But I know I am alive again when my fears start to spread.

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