Maybe I look so rude,
But inside, I’m just a broken dude…
I’m not talking to anyone,
Throwing death glares at everyone,
No, that’s not my attitude—
Inside, I’m just a broken dude…
Yes, I’m ignoring everyone,
Always lost in my phone,
Please, someone understand me,
I just need some time alone…
Not everyone understands me,
Always giving me impossible vibes.
But the one who does,
I’d give them my whole life…
Yeah, my mom loves me most,
But she doesn’t know what’s in my heart.
If I share it with her,
Maybe she’ll judge me, or maybe it will break her heart…
That’s why, in every memory, my feelings go unmentioned.
For those who understand me, I don’t want to give them tension…
So, I keep my feelings to myself, always smiling, walking silently on my route…
No, no, that’s not my attitude—
Maybe I just look so rude…
But inside, I’m just a broken dude…
Hey beautiful souls, I hope you’re all doing well. Let me share a little story behind this poem. I wrote it after my 10th standard exams, during a time when I didn’t even have Wi-Fi at home. The network was so bad that I had to go outside my street just to download lectures for my studies. Because of that, no one really cared to stay connected with me. I was left alone, doing poetry in silence, inside a house that felt more like a trap than a home.
It wasn’t a castle — in fact, it was the opposite. No one was there to listen, so I chose silence over screaming. That phase of my life was one of the worst… I’ll share the full story someday. But during those lonely nights, there were only two things with me — my pen and my paper. I started writing.
I wrote many poems, but eventually, I burned them all — except this one. It survived in one of my old notebooks. That’s why I still have it, and that’s why I’m uploading it now. I remember writing it after midnight, Crying and sobbing silently in complete darkness, using my mobile torch because my mother was sleeping beside me. I never typed poems on my phone — I always knew I might destroy them someday, and I didn’t want anyone to read them. They were too personal.
But now, after stepping into the world of readers and writers… I want you to read everything I write. I hope this piece speaks to you and you’ll like it. 🧷✧˚. ᵎᵎ 🎀
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Read My Other Poetries:
~I used to be happy
~ Maybe I look so rude
~ Scream
~ Me and My dreams
~Will they miss me if I’ll disappear?
~ Financial conditions breaks us
~ I’m an Ocean But no one is hydrophilic
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