The sadness and despair that looms
the gloom and depression that stares
makes one to withdraw and get away
not wanting to live further more
unwilling to take the life out
as that would result in a fall out
the necessity to pull on drives
the feeling of not belonging anywhere kills
torn between the two
balancing between the two horns
listening to the meaningless chatter
that emanates all around
not finding an individual
fit enough to share and care
I go ahead with the living
as one among the multitude
vehemently angry to carry on
visibly sad to pull on
insisting on a flexibility
Well,l that has never been my strength
all these long years
wishing never to adapt to the changing climate
being a person that goes with anachronism
that runs in my blood through the veins
calling me to be straight and since
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