A Bundle Of Contradictions

Let me be honest with you.
I wasn’t always the person I am now.
I wasn’t the girl with the sardonic, sceptical sense of humour. I wasn’t always the girl who took a long time to decide who was right and who was wrong. I wasn’t always the outspoken “I-don’t-like-the-way-you’re-treating-me-and-I-think-we-should-discuss-as-to-what’s-going-on” character either. I wasn’t a girl who always chose her friends carefully because she feared that some of them might only like her for getting their profits and not because they enjoyed her company. 
I was someone who was oh-so-nice.
Correction: I was someone who was oh-so-naïve.
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It happens, you know.
The will to be a part of the IT crowd, the desire to be loved and the desire to be popular – who wouldn’t want anything like that?
If anyone’s reading this, don’t you ever deny the fact you ever had the urge, the desire, the yearning to be something more than ‘ordinary’.
It happens to everyone! Every single person in this world has a wild desire to be…

The tragedy of this world is,
One cannot afford to miss,
The opportunity to be,
A normal human being; 
The world wants us to,  Conform to its norm;
The world wants us all to,
Ditch our uniqueness and stay uniform; 
But do you know,
What I really want to do?
Well, let me not waste any more verse,
And let me tell you: 
I want to,  Ditch the pretenses that I live in,  Abandon the fakeness that  I've got surrounded with,
Leave the toxicity,
Of this world; 
I want to,
Set my hair free,
And allow its locks to hit me,
As the strong wind blows;  
I want to,
Ditch my socks and sneakers,
Run barefoot as the cool dewdrop,
Of the grass tickles my heel; 
I want to,
Stop acting so klutzy and coy,
Scream my heart out in joy,
Because I'm a free, free bird; 
I want to,
Drop flat onto the grass,
Lay down there awhile,
Soaking in the peace; 
I want to,
Gaze at the surroundings for hours,
Committing the vibrant colours of life,
To my otherwise fickle memory; 
But the tragedy is,
None of this can ever happen;  Because nor…

Guess I'm in the mood to write poetry. So here's another poem for you readers. Hope you like it! 
Head held high,  Lips curved into a little smile,
Dressed as she pleased,
She was the epitome of poise; 
People stared at her,
Some with pride,
Some with awe,
And some with jealousy; 
Yet, she was nonplussed,  Her eyes were set straight,  On the goal,
Which she desired to achieve; 
"Look at her!"  An envious wench hissed,  "She's nothing great, only fair,
Then why does she have her nose up in the air?" 
"What's with that strutting?"  Questioned another green-eyed monster,
"It's not as though,  She's some sort of celebrity!" 
She walked past them,
Not paying them heed,
Not bothering to invest her thoughts,  In abusing them; 
That's what is dignity,
Being set on what you deem is important,
Being set on not to think ill of others;  This is what you call dignity,  Being set on your goal,  Being set on emerging from the negativity; 
It'…