What Have I Done? ? Poem by Neha Aradhye

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.....