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Exhausted by my daily routine; wrote this a few days back. I love life but sometimes it is a bit too harsh.

How much can a man bear?

Going through so much, this isn't fair.

Sometimes I feel tired, completely exhausted;

all good and bad things do end.

People think of me differently,

good or bad that I do not know.

Thinking about it is too silly.

Not that I can change that now.

All my life I try to be inclusive,

just so that they become exclusive.

As long as you're beneficial they care,

but once you're not, they don't even spare.

At this point even complaining to someone seems so absurd.

Feels as if I have loads to speak, I just want to be heard.

Not depressed, but sometimes you just need to talk to someone,

there's always my mother but I don't want to bother her.

At this point even I don't care,

and neither do the people around me.

As long as I have something to spare,

they'd love my company.

But the very moment I am no fun;

that is it, for them I am done.

All of a sudden I have friends none,

left alone, all as one.

Reviews

[DecentlyOkayWriter]

All my life try to be inclusive,
just so that they become exclusive
. . .
(My favorite lines, up there)

A wonderful poem on the longer side, with rhymes that fit spectacularly well- but, my one critique would probably be the repetition of certain words (done, spare, none), although, it also ties the poem together, so do with that as you wish.

Keep writing!

[Dhruv Grover]

Thanks lad, even I felt that those words were a bit repetitive but again, they bind the poem together!

Thank you so much the review, appreciate it.

Dhruv:)