My head screams a thousand words
My mouth just two
My heart beats a ruckus
As | see myself going blue.
My fingers tremble to jot this down
My throat burns with rage
Yet the constant “I’m okay”
Keep me feeling incage
| know some people truly care,
While others aren’t feeling.
You can say you’ll be there for me
But it’s just | whose dealing.
And maybe it’ll not get better,
Even worse possibly,
Because pain – I’ve been used to darling.
But your hope – it kills me.
With her strong and high-headed aspirations, Disha Nischal is determined to make a change. Be it poetry, debate, slam, or advocacy, she portrays her brilliance in all aspects.
