I am the one,
Who can have fun.
With life on stake,
On the point of a gun.
People do ditch me,
And I do miss.
But I can enjoy,
With a life like this.
I am a liar,
I can put a fake smile on my face.
If it make someone smile,
Then I can do it again and again with grace.
I am broke,
With a broken heart.
But I don’t care,
Because there are many start.
I am the one,
Without coordination in dance.
But for little happiness,
I can beg for a second chance.
I do agree,
Sometimes I hurt you.
But that was not intentionally,
So I beg an apology to you.
For my friend,
After losing 8.5 out of nine.
I can still stand and say,
That I am totally fine.
I don’t care,
And I don’t give a damn about all.
But I do care for those,
For whom I can fall.
I am the one,
Who can get into a fight.
It should be for friend,
No matter its day or night.
I am the one,
Who is sometime rude.
Because I get pissed off,
With fake miss and dude.
I get in trouble,
And I do fight.
But don’t you think that,
Fight for fun with a friend is alright.
I am the one,
You would sometimes find me weird.
I am different from your all other friends,
And for that I am not feared.
I was never bad,
But you perceived it wrong.
It hurts a lot,
But I am still trying to be strong.
If I get a chance,
Then I would show you.
That there are no ill feelings,
In what all I do.
No matter how hard it gets,
But I will still find reason,
For little and sweet happiness,
In each and every season.