Half the population are jokers in a white cardigan.
They are burning behind their facade.
They desperately want something against me to satisfy their demons.
They desperately want to pull me down.
Because I shine too bright for their liking.
So when someone throws mud on my name.
It’s a field trip for jokers.
They don’t care about asking what happened and my side of the story.
They don’t give a fuck about the truth.
They don’t fucking care.
rachana rajan <3 