That's my inner Gorilla!

It stayed dormant. It stayed hidden.

Deep down under the valvy crevices of my heart, it felt like being in a cage.

Valvy crevices? Does it even make sense?

Either choose valves or stick to crevices! Why mix the two?

Gorillas suck at grammar!

They didn't learn the basics at school.

(Wait, is it even a Gorilla or Chimpanzee?)

They only learned how to peel bananas in less than a second.

Wow. Isn't that a talent, too?

Challenging my awkwardness at every single step, you made a movie out of it.

Godzilla, Planet of Apes, King Kong and what not?

However, I didn't go and sulk in a corner after becoming famous as the subject of mockery.

I just sat there, thinking how to bend the rods of this cold cage.

You laughed at me! You laughed like a lunatic.

I thought you needed some medical help!

Yet, I sympathised with your condition.

Those hysteric bouts of laughter made me nervous.

I didn't judge you a bit. I was too naive.

Wish I wasn't that simple!

Wish I could have judged at least a little!

They say don't judge. But what about the times when you have to?

I sat there itching my black velvet. I sat there contemplating how life is on the other side of the cage, right on the outside!

I imagined for a while.

And guess what? Even I found myself laughing at your insecurities like I had no other work to do in the whole of this world.