It wasn't a nightmare


Kept questioning myself at each step,
Making myself think that I didn't need any help.
All those instances that made me overwhelmed,
Got registered as only to have been dreamt.

Longing to be understood at each step,
Making myself think that it was I who misstepped.
What was scarier than the nightmares themselves,
Was the fear of not being able to realise the reality itself.

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