Author: SONASHA

This pity world defined me and my boundry;
which is still making a burning hole in my memory.
The hole which is continuing degrading my soul ;
and putting me out of control.
The whole story is all about the troll;
it is all because of my big goal.
The boundary that defined me and my world;
and made my all dream grind.
Which kept me suppressed;
in my own nest .
Now I can’t do protest because;
i m self arrest.
Self arrest on my own;
which can’t be shown.
But i can’t be still;
untill i pay my first bill.
I will answer all my troll;
which degraded my soul.