Rohit Sapra

(7 August 1984 / Gwalior)

A Beast


I am the soul who is always proved to be bad
Bad in every way, for everyone
I am just nobody for everyone
It is better that I just remain silent because when I speak I am misunderstood
Life, just never happens to be perfect
Life, is just a big mess
I am alone, everyone thinks of me as a beast?
A beast, which just scares everyone away
I guess that this is how everyone perceives me to be
I am just a big trouble for everyone
Forever, it will be so, I am the soul who has been proved to be bad.

Submitted: Thursday, May 16, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, September 11, 2013

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  • Joseph Sanchez (4/28/2014 11:30:00 AM)

    don't accept the negatives from others, you are good. If they say you are beast, prove to them you are not. Thanks for sharing. believe in what you do and believe in yourself (Report) Reply

  • Richard Blay (4/11/2014 12:21:00 PM)

    don't accept the negatives from others, you are good. If they say you are beast, prove to them you are not. Thanks for sharing. believe in what you do and believe in yourself (Report) Reply

  • Soumita Sarkar (9/15/2013 6:40:00 AM)

    You shall not be so all through out..............hope.....for the best...........beasts also get beauties....! ! (Report) Reply

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