Standing in the middle of the nowhere, it feels like I am alone
There are thousands of people around me, but still the world is empty.
I wait for the moment to come, when time will point its finger at me
Will I find my way or will it be another instance where I have nothing to say?
What is wrong in being different, what is wrong in being unique?
That people look at me as if I am a freak
Why wouldn’t they let me be ME, so that I can be free!!
I hate the indiscretion, I hate the indiscrimination
Sometimes I lose myself to wonder what is wrong with the situation
I go blank and the words won’t come out
That it makes me look like an idiot and then arise this doubt
What am I here for? What is my purpose?
Do I need to live this life to be this worthless?
Does the truth taste this bitter, that it leaves my heart in jitters?
Don’t want to believe the things I see or the stuff I hear?
Things looked so promising in the beginning, I can’t believe that it is already ending.
I ask my maker “WHY ME?” but his silence is an answer that is for me to see.
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