ONEWAY TICKET- By Afroza Ayreen Afia X A
Isolated, invisible.
Always wondering whether I make any difference,
No one notices my presence or absence.
They talk about best friends
I talk about no one.
They easily answer the question:
“Who’s your best friend?”
While I can’t spell out a name.
Friends change, people change,
Leaving behind a painful memory.
Wishing all my memories would be in form of painted walls,
So, that I can white-wash them and start a new painting.
This isn’t the childhood anyone wishes for,
But I got my ticket for this journey.
-Afroza Ayreen Afia
XA
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