The Real Me

Alone in the dark,

I sit and play..

Models of depression,

And toys of clay..

 

Filled with loneliness,

Is my heart’s core..

Seeing others so lucky,

Forces me to abhor..

 

Every night I lie

On the bed crying..

Enough of fake smiles,

Its no use trying..

 

People keep asking me,

Why is there a sudden change in your mood dear?

The only answer which I cannot give them is,

What you speak is not what I hear…

 

Pray to God to make you prosper,

Worship Him to not be an alsoran..

But I don’t believe in God,

Call me an atheist, yes I am..

 

I am never excited about anything,

Nor happy as I should be..

I remain dull throughout the day,

Any season let it be…

 

Suicidal thoughts torture my mind,

Fortunately I am not that brave..

Not to a great extent, only sometimes I’d say

Else you’d be reading this on my grave..