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Royalty She was a lion Unique One of a kind She managed to walk on fire Without expressing pain Strong she was she had the whole world to gain Confronting challenges Conquering difficulties Climbing the ladder of victorious entities elegantly fighting to prove herself right becoming successful owning the night instead of tripping she walked over haters and with a room lighting smile she knocked down demotivators and look at her humble yet proud the small-town girl today stands out from the crowd

Stay away from me, I‘m a drug. Not the good kind, For when people come close, I let them come closer. And at one point I make a mistake, And it shall hurt you. And you will do something knowingly or unknowingly, That will inturn hurt me back. I’m a drug with no cure Just symptoms And that’s what hurts, because I want to be the cure Rather than the cause. Yet I’m contagious And I truly love you And because I love you I wear warning - Stay away from me. I don’t want to hurt you Because I will never forgive myself It’s better you leave without a scratch Without a mark Without me Please.

And here I am Where it all started The pain and the sorrow And it’s here I’ll end this sorrow and pain and walk happily out tomorrow I come to farewell To the most feared Monsters under my bed And come to drop The travelling parasites The demons in my head Collecting memories Putting them in a bag I’ll take them to Neverland Where side by side I walk with pride My true friends and I hand in hand And not so sad a farewell I throw As my worst demons begin to cry They start their search For their next poor victim As I wave them a happy goodbye And silly it may seem But I have to thank them For making my life a mess ‘cause I fought to live longer Grew more and more stronger And I turned out to be the best

Save me from this murderous rage I'm not going to Rather am already living in hell Where all that touches me makes me scream And my blood is frozen by fear Where I'm taught to drown while knowing to swim And mars takes control of my action Save me from this hysteria This powerful wicked soul That devours my wrong doings To fill its stomach To make it feel whole But it is a bottomless pit And i am a sinner Save me from this dark epiphany That stole my innocence Sold it to the devil In exchange for freedom the wicked soul did set me free from him But just chained me to scandals equally horrifying Save me from this beast Dressed in gentleman's pose Whose kiss feels like heaven And whose word cut like swords Cutting the line that divides reality from fantasy Making me act making Life a musical tragedy

The ugly people by my side- Greed, envy, lust, gluttony, pride, sloth and wrath, Turned out not to be as ugly as claimed. Pride made me realise my worth, While envy taught me to fight for what I desire. Greed taught me to prioritise myself. Wrath taught me that love exists. Lust taught me desire is power. Gluttony made sure my curves were defined only by me. And sloth made me stop to admire how time runs a never-ending race and we as fools try and compete. These sins have been stated by wise old fools of older naive times. The times have changed we adapted to survive but how do you build a new house with old, dusty foundations? Sins! The biggest sin is the failure to adopt the new rules of the new times! The failure to think differently, the failure to change is the biggest sin of all. I, person of the young world, strongly believe that the seven deadly sins are: Imposed Perfection, confinement in societal boxes, censored voices, specific generalisation, hate of all forms, forced be

Welcome to our world we'll put you to the test you will only be selected if you are better than the rest We'll make sure you limp, we shall beat you to a pulp, make sure you scream and cry out for help. Your make up will hide the bruises you received, while we act like we're finding your purpose, don't let our behaviour deceive. And don't worry, you won't be happy for long. Prepare yourself soldier, everything you know is wrong. Forget all that brave face! Your fears have been personified! Run! Run while you can! You get no credit for the fact that you tried You must be physically strong, you must be strong in the head. Because you either win or you end up dead. So are you sure you are the best? Welcome to our world, it is the survival of the fittest.

What happens when you cease to care? When there is no more adventure, no more to dare? Do the colours start to fade? Along with the memories that you made? What happens when you cease to care? When you are just hanging in there? Do you see the truth through all the lies? Do you see the fruitless tries? What happens when you cease to care? When jumping off isn't a scare? When no more games are played using rope? When you have given up all hope? What happens when you cease to care? When into the abyss you just stare? When the tears too are too tired to roll down your face? How does one land up in this place?

I sit here fully clothed But feel like I'm being ogled at like I'm naked I see you stripping me with your eyes Nothing contained in your head I see what you fantasize I tried to change you You tried to do the same But people like me are few. People like me? Not stubborn But strong in the mind Since we were born. Sticking to what we believe is right and what we believe is wrong. And for what we believe in we fight. You tried changing me for the worse I tried to change you for the better Little did I know that you were a curse. You gained my trust and lured me Showed me possibility Set my mind free. You inspired me to find beauty in all And I was happy Until you led me to my fall I realised I forgot what my ideals were I was against drugs But here you are. And not the good kinds Cause you made me an object One of your finds And I tried not to believe But my eyes saw and ears heard And now I tell you to leave. I don't hear your excuse Cause I

I welcomed darkness like an old friend Embraced it,felt its cold heart against my warm one. Not a word was exchanged but i understood all it wanted to tell me. It told me stories of the winds and gods and stories of lost sailors and crying maidens. It told me stories of battles lost and ships that drowned. It told me of the worst of the devils and it told me about pandoras box. While telling me all this it kept closing me in its releam. And when it was done with its story on pandoras box with me almost completely engulfed i said-hope, pandoras box still had hope. I too have hope. And as though i were an electric fence it kept its distance. And hope guided me through darkness