You are so much more than you know and realise,
You are more than that boy, who broke your heart,
You are more than the unshed tears in your eyes.
You are more than your looks,
Your stutters and stammers,
You are more than your mistakes,
Misgivings and misfortunes.
You are so much more than you know,
You are the reason for somebody’s smile,
You are the mischievous glint in your eyes,
You are a survivor,
You pick yourself up when you’d rather fall apart;
You sing a stupid song when you’d rather sob hard.
You are unsung,
You are the words that you leave unsaid,
And the voices that exist inside your head.
You are a hero,
You’re the one, who can save yourself,
You keep it all together, when you’d rather be dead.
You’re so much more than you’d ever understand
You hold your head high, when you’re sinking low;
You curl your lips into a shaky smile,
Although you’d rather crumble into a pile,
Of what you used to be and who you were.
Do you now see what you are?
Uneven eyeliner and the right shade of red,
You are so much more than you’ll ever understand.
P. S. Vyoma, baby this one is for you and that conversation we keep having.
