those shining pearly whites,
camouflaging the bursting embarrassment,
Which often transforms into bitter frustration,
sighting the cruel world,and it mercilessness,
the world which criticizes me ,
for not being able to comprehend,
the very nature of its emotions,
its personality,its persona,
when it doesn't even realize,
that actually,the people have got it all wrong.
It is entirely the other way round.
I may be at fault,but they are not perfect either.
My sheepishness,and the embarrassment,
transcends emotive borders,
and enters a depressive world,
to write,this soliloquy.
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