Writing something was in hands of fate
Suddenly[Some untruth] turns out to be great
The WORDS WHICH WERE TO BE READ
TURNS OUT TO WRITE BY HATE
The girl who wanted to be expressed
TURNS OUT TO BE CREASED
Now, the girl wanted to be written
Writes, cuz no one listened
The unfolding truth that,
Where no words were to be phrased
It turns into a beautiful, immersive portion of love
and gratitude i.e a POETRY