Why is it that everyone is happy when I am not,
I hate to be mingle amidst them, enjoying me rot.
Their smiles are infectious, mimicking it is comical,
as my lips are dry and eyes cast a glare diabolical.
The pure glint of joy in their eyes drives me insane,
the pugnacious me holding back from being inane.
But plot, shall I do against these people who rejoice,
a day will come when I rule amidst them, these coy’s.
Breathing this fire that fuels my heart all throbbing,
my grand entry will once stun them, eyes all bobbing.
Patient shall I be till that covetous day makes its rise,
when I’ll do the unthinkable, let them pay the price.
The instant these thoughts roar and overflow my mind,
I bump on a philanthrope, who shows me how to be kind.
There arises the dilemma; what to do with this, my frailty?
Should I listen to my heart or the wisdom of the minority?
- Srk
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