People call me lunatic
I don of know why?
I am in my own world
Like the healthy people
Confused, happy, sad
Both at the same time
I am indifferent
At comments you pass
The view you hold
Whatever you told
I live in a different world
With no envy or enmity
Towards any one around
My sufferings are my own
I even try to understand
The people and things around
Why people call me lunatic
I fail to understand!
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