Cruising Alone

  Where were these so-called boundaries when I was uncomfortable? When I mirrored your behaviour, suddenly I wasn’t normal? Oh no—seems like I "can't handle rejection"? Yeah, yeah, sure… Or maybe I stayed quiet so I wouldn’t create a scene? Tell me then, MR. GOOD CATCH — Why did you think it was alright to stalk my online profile, Inspecting who commented what? Were you not being a creepy little lurker ? But tell me—did you like the taste of your own medicine ? I guess not. When you can’t tolerate seeing your mother and sister suppressed, When you despise the toxic masculinity in a woman— Then why do you violate her vulnerability in the first place? Where did your laughter disappear when I jested, yaar? Why did you suddenly get so serious? Can’t take a simple joke? How sensitive of you. Maybe you’re overreacting… Maybe you should get a therapist yourself. Geez, have some control over your emotions, man. C’mon, give me a smile… You have such a pretty smile… I really liked ...

  Keep your sins to yourself— Not your "Father" or "Mother" to cleanse, Not for me to swallow in silence, Your guilt is not my recompense. Don’t drag me through your self-made hell, Then act like you turned out so swell. Watch your filth, then touch with ease, And still pretend you’re pure as peace? Should I carve it on my skin? "Do. Not. Touch. Me."—would that sink in? Or will you still play dumb and blind, Like respect is too hard to find? If you wrong me, I’ll return the song, Sing it loud where it hurts the most. Tell your mother, warn your child— Let them know of your hollow ghost. So go, pray at temples, beg for grace, But I am a storm—you'll know your place.

  A guy like you— who boasts of conquests like trophies— dares to call me a psychopath? A guy like you— who measures his worth by body count— Do you  think you can shame me? A guy like you— who has built his pride on silencing others— believes he can shut my voice? You justify your choices, wrap them in excuses, but hold me to standards you’d never dare apply to yourself. And I am the one to blame? Men like you deserve no sympathy. Oh, you pity me? I do not need pity from a man drowning in his own bravado. The audacity— to tell me to "calm down," to label me hysterical, to say, “Don’t take it personally.” Your intentions were pure? Where was that purity when I said, I won't be able to take this anymore? Now you would go on and say you did everything you could? But aren’t you the one who was laughing, mocking me when I was in pain? I was never afraid to stand up— not as a child, not now. And I sure as hell won’t let you walk away unscathed. You tried to humiliate my very s...

  Would you understand my situation, my choice? How could I? I am not you nor your voice. You want others to accept you as you are, But have you even accepted yourself for who you are? You say I’m like your mother, Or sometimes, I act like your brother. I may reflect the familiarity of those traits, But I am not your mother—never will be. I am my own person, just like you are. When you can’t understand yourself, Why impose your voice on me? Then you say, “Oh, I can’t generalize, it isn’t right”— So why should I dim my light? You’re human, not a machine, Yet you judged me— That laughable, smoke-screen test, When you can’t even talk maturely. I am not a test paper, not a multiple-choice, Where you say, “I fail” and you win, Or “I won” and you fail. Who is winning this? Tell me, who? Because, in the end… does anyone? "I liked you for who you were." "Do the same as you did before." "But I need someone who does more." I was not a teenager, and neither was your ...

Inspired by the haunting intensity of Halsey’s "Control," the defiant rage of "Nightmare," and the raw vulnerability of "Bad at Love," I wrote "Creep" as a reflection of my own struggles with mental health. It captures the weight of both external judgment and internal critique, especially when society demands you to embody an impossible ideal of femininity and purity. This piece delves into the battle between the labels imposed on us and the monsters we fight within, seeking to reclaim humanity in a world quick to condemn. Creep— You say I am a creep, That I will sow what I reap. I dug a hole so deep, Because you say I am a creep— That I deserve to weep, Because you say I am a creep. Well, I can't even say what I really want to say, Or else I'll go beep, beep, beep. The monsters kept me awake, When all I craved was sleep. But you say I am a creep, A wolf in sheep's skin— A label so cheap. I felt like a garbage heap, No shots for me, j...