When You Mistake Me Poem by Esha Raazia

I'm born to be good
In this world and not in woods,
I'm meant to be 'me'
And not someone who is mean

That day, I was just being myself
Ah.. Caring to the core!
But you mistook me for somebody else,
When it was actually me -
A deep blue sea without a shore

Wanting someone to such an extent
That you write verses that never end!
Wanting them the way you crave for breath,
You compose chords into an exquisite wreath!
All just to pray for their longevity and mirth,
And this much love, to show them their worth!

Since you cannot see them in pain,
Seeing them sad makes your heart insane;
You know what and when do they need
For their heart is connected to your beat...
But, after all this and million more
Seas of prayers straight from your heart's core,
If they still mistake you for somebody else,
What it really feels like
Is fetching a sharp-edged knife
And brutally killing yourself.............