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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.