Never tell your tale to anyone who appears to be sweet and all understanding just for a moment, 

Sometimes people pretend to be your closest and you want to recreate your nearly bonds with them which you lost, 

But, again, when you open your wounds and show them your vulnerability, 

They get to see through you, 

Now, you give them power to hurt you, 

Mold you, abuse you, label you, shake you, 

You think that you are creating a mental connection but actually you are getting stuck into a dismantling situation, 

You think that you can understand people, 

You get empathized with them, 

You put them on pedestal, 

You label them as great thinkers, 

You think that you are philosophizing, 

Understanding each other, 

But, you could see through their mental disorders and they could see through your abnormalities and finally you both declare each other as mental! 

The world is filled with mentals, 

We all have our own disorders, 

In the melancholy of life, various incidents shaping our mentality, we develop different  personalities- I show you the one which you can handle, 

You show me the one that you thought I can bear, 

And, then, we both part our ways because we can’t tolerate each other’s disorders, 

Slowly builds imposing tensions- one after another,

No human can be alike, 

None can tolerate anyone else’s shit, 

The world is full of mentals, 

You and I have just different versions of disorders. 

©® Farheen Bhuiyan Nancy