Just A Little Longer Poem by Pallavi Tripathi

It's a chaos inside
whenever i go out
talk to people or
people start talking
to me. I'm a mess
just thinking the outcome
of conversations how it'll
end up in the grapevine
tomorrow, will i be
considered too dumb,
too chatty or psycho
every conversation is
a test i have to go through
no way of knowing whether
i passed or failed!

And being a writer
i too am guilty of
being a user. I tend
to keep in mind how
i can use these conversations
if i can, in my writings!

sometimes the thought
doesn't align sometimes
the words fail me
other times i get the
attention i crave.
It's like the whole ordeal
is a way of getting down
on paper. Just to be
alive a little longer than
the conversation lasted!