Falling Short

strings that will tear it apart
strings that will make it bleed to death

responsible for the ache and scars
and also for the suffering that will last

these that never give up, I notice
these that tug till the end...everytime

strings that are blamed for their kind

What I now realize is,

I hold them myself
and pull

I pull on them until I break...

and yet lost in the bewilderment
of expectations, that I fall short on

that I am always made realise of how incapable I am
of how unsensitive I am
of how I dont love
and of how I dont see

Of those that I fall short on
I can only be sorry
and watch the strings... pulling

pulling untill I break...