On you.

Existential crisis coupled with busy heartbeats

In a classroom of us in different shades,

Making blotchy lines against a scaled life.

A wandering mind, musical fingers

Playing a melody I now pretend not to remember.

But inside, when I'm undone

Retiring for the night,

Words creep onto the page:

Two for a tale, one for a poem-

Are these stories half told?

How do you measure growth of self?

Always

Being more, beyond, above and greater,

Like this journey was not a hyperbole

But only ups, an increasing function.

As we fool each other into believing

One is smarter than the other,

To keep high as the only constant

Tonight, we find

Stubborn love and screened smiles

Creating a disguise for the self,

One for everyone to believe.

And this 

Can never help you escape

How you bleed on paper,

When life is calm, static.

When you stop for moment

And let it seep in,

You'll know whom you look up to,

What you miss, why you cry,

How broken you are.

We are one complete story 

But half a lie- we always end,

Before we even imagine to begin.