Sometimes, i feel i'm being played as a game...
Sometimes, i feel i'm the only one to blame...
May be i act like a crazy fool,
or my talks hold some freaky tool...
what crime i did,
that i'm being treated as a weed...? ?
what mess i created,
that goodness of my life just halted..? ?
Sometimes, things hit me like a rock..
The absurd things that they talk,
about me are just so unbearable, unacceptable, so dam breakable.....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
why so serious... why so sad... feels like ur tutor has beaten u like mad...: P anyways... nice rhyming tho...