By Aariya Sharma
Baa, baa, black sheep, have you any wool?
Look who is back to make me a fool
Knocking on my door with all sweet talk
Behind their back, who is holding rocks?
Same old drama, but I am holding my grace
Acting all cool with my straight poker face
Planning and plotting, when will you grow?
Look who is back to make me feel low
Growing and glowing, I am not the same anymore
The boundaries around me don’t have any door
Every success story shares the same wall
Their day is incomplete without making me feel small
All their intentions, I already knew
I no longer entertain people like you
Nobody forgets how you made them feel
Little did they know, it takes forvever to heal
The game of life should be fair and square
No chance of entry, but the exit is there!
Big talks, small heart with an empty cart
Only Flex, talking shit is their only art
By Aariya Sharma
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