The Dark Rituals

I tried.

I tried a lot.

The boys were so much into me and provoked by my appearance.

Being from a weaker section, I am prone to harassment by birth.

Intensely lost in the present, I took no notice of my surroundings.

I stood alone in the entire system, and no one cared to defend me.

My laughter triggered arousal in them, not all laughter and smiles

Are a signal for acceptance or to humiliate someone.

They bullied me mercilessly, in an attempt to defend, the

Diminishing resilience pulled the triggered.

Would the media treat me equally?

Would the law treat me equally?

Why there is a concession for a juvenile for crime, and not for us?

Why does a punishment require to be passed when it is fatal?

There is a soul behind makeup for a living.

I am one of the few in the dark lanes,

My profession is one of the few in the dark alleys,

With we being mere for entertainment,

Who gets unnoticed beyond it.

People fed on my innocence, until it got exhausted and got

seeded with evil through their hatred.

My act gave a spirit to my life, felt being alive in the grave of a humiliated mediocre life.

My hunger to trigger fear rediscovered me.

An addiction that returned the favor, to an elite section.

I am not defending my crimes.

I am not seeking Oscar rewards on my biography.

Please look beyond the dark lane.

Please look beyond our professions.

Please look beyond your needs and our makeup.

Don’t expect a mentally ill person to behave normally

when a mentally healthy person couldn’t do so.

Had someone offered a job and guided me in darkness.

Had someone realized from my words?

Had someone hugged me or questioned me

Why so serious?

I would have retained humor to entertain

and never feasted on the life of people

who pretend to be innocents.

The choice of a path depends on the response to a situation,

some rise above the darkness, but some get suffocated in spite of brave attempts.

Please evade the weight of their crisis and lend a hand if possible.

A hug and a word of comfort to a person means a lot.

Spread the awareness of the mental illness, not violence and judgment.

End the dark rite with a broad mind.