Caught in The Middle

Smiling faces, debased respect

Swagging around, sussing out luminaries

Swirling wine, shaking glasses

Shrieking with laughter, inside detest

Among the crowd of imposters

There may be a soul

Bellowing in pain

But inside the heart

She can’t wear this mask

To contrive her task

She wanted to shine like a star

With her guitar

Prepared with her codes

And ready to be a rockstar

But all her preparations

Got wasted away

Because the chords were different 

And she lost away

She used to play the rhythm

They wanted to play with her

She believed in absolutism

They believe in carnalism

Should she pave the way

Or get lost away

She thought a little

Before moving away

She had to decide between her dreams and her dignity

In any case

She was the loser

And those felons would win away

She could cherish her dreams

With body without soul

But she decided to live

With half the soul

She left the place

She left her guitar

She started running back

But couldn't reach the past

She was caught in the middle

And craving for a start

Among all the thwarts

And then people say

Women is weak

They are worry-wart