Droplets of salt running in rivulets down pale cheeks,
Dull eyes searching the answers in uncaring sky.
The world seems so cold, downright cruel and sick;
Aimless shouting; aimless living; bitter search for “Why?”
There were thousand of books on dusty shelfs – read,
There were thousands of brilliant minds – explored.
The encouraging words in every combination – said,
Frankly I’ve been giving up so much, I’ve got bored.
I’ve tried to fit in and failed. I’ve tried to be me – the same,
I thought my enemy was veiled, but there’s no one to blame.