MY LIFE AT EIGHTEEN.

a poetic piece by Eshun Kakraba.

Life seems so complicated than I ever thought it could
be.
A life that is full of just you and no one else.
A life where you find yourself discouraging yourself
instead of living that to others to do.
A life where you are scared to meet people for the first
time because you are not too sure of what they will think
of you.


A life where you are scared to tell people the bitter truth
because you are not ready to see them hurt or not ready
to hear them have a bad perception about you.
A life where people from outside the circle think you are
living lavishly when you are deeply bleeding inside.
A life where you are not too sure of what you want for
yourself not because you are indecisive but because you
are not ready to take a decision and later on regret.
A life where others think you are yet to grow up because
of how you behave around them yet still they feel better
when you have time to listen to their silly jokes.


A life where you assume what people think of you.
A life where you feel intimidated by your own world.
A life where you feel no one will ever accept you for who
you are and what you are growing into.
A life where you can’t differentiate between love and
lust.
A life where you don’t really know if you are being taken
for granted or not.
A life where you don’t believe people who claim to care
about you.


A life where you find yourself thinking about everything
and sometimes something and sometimes nothing.
A life where society talks about you as if you were their
blood.
A life where society keeps an eye on your every move as
if they have been paid to do so.
A life where society has its own standards you ought to
follow or go by before you are born into the world.
A life where you have to follow the exact steps of you
ancestors into order to stay alive.
A life where there are different people believing in
different gods when there is supposed to be one God.
A life where people fight each other because they were
not raised under the same roof.


A life where people feel superior because they have
something called money.
A life where people feel inferior because they have no
money.
A life where people with money feel they have all they
can ever wish for.
A life where you don’t know where you are heading to.
A life where you feel you are being forced into doing
things you don’t really want to do and you can’t do
nothing about it because they claim you are still a child.
A life where you get yourself confused about almost
everything.


A life where you feel you are being selfish for doing good
for yourself.
A life where you are born into something you cannot go
against.
A life where they feel you standing for what you believe
in, is disobedience to the elders and stupidity to the
youth.
A life where you are not really sure if you are alive or not.
This is my life at the age of eighteen ,what I see,what
people have made me believe ,what I have felt and what
I am yet to trust.

11 thoughts on “MY LIFE AT EIGHTEEN.

  1. I’m impressed. You have the potentials of the world’s best wordsmith. Keep it going. Its really wonderful

  2. It’s a nice piece.
    You could have added “a life where you keep changing your vision. In one time,your want to be a nurse,in another time,you want to be a TV presenter.

  3. Geleneksel Türk motiflerine bağlı kalınarak üretilen saf yün cami halısını çok farklı ve özel bir kalite ile üretmektedir. Yün cami halısı, doğal bir ham madde olan yünden üretildiğinden insan sağlığına ve çevreye hiçbir zararı yoktur. Yün cami halı desenleri, kışın sıcak tutar ve yazın terletmez. Havadaki nem kuruyunca üzerindeki nemi geri verir. Böylece serili bulunduğu ortamda doğal nem ayarı yapar. Yün cami halısı desenlerinde kullanılan yün, aşınmaya karşı dayanıklı olduğu için uzun yıllar boyunca verimli ve sağlıklı bir şekilde kullanılabilir. Yün cami halıları ayak ve diz kısımlarının uyguladığı baskılara dayanıklıdır. Herhangi bir görüntü bozukluğu yaşanmaz. Yün Cami Halı desenleri tarihi camilerin dokusu ve motiflerine uygun olarak özel olarak tasarlanıp. 0 Yerli Üretimdir.

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