The Lament

This was written a few weeks before my 19th b'day... during yet another bleak phase... Today, I was reminded about it by some1 (the phase, not the poem)... and... well... What more can i say... i guess the first two verses say it all... the rest is all additional baggage...


The Lament

Why is it that I find it so hard
Myself to express?
Why am I looked down upon
When I wish others to impress?

Why does everyone misunderstand me
When I say or do something?
Why do people misquote me
When I "blab" anything?

Why does bad luck follow me
Wherever I go?
Why do I always hurt myself?
Oh what should I do?

Oh why does everything bad
Have to happen to me?
Good luck avoids me but
I'm always followed by adversity...

I've tried and tried my
Best to succeed
I've begged, cajoled,
Followed other's lead...

Yet it is always the others
Who've past the test;
While I've failed utterly
And been left behind the rest.

I try my hard to please
But my advances are always repelled;
Perhaps it's because of the way I look
And my weight, which has trebled.

Whatever the reasons, yet don't the others realize
That I too am a human like them,
With feelings, emotions and the like?
I'm not filled with venom!

Till then I'll just have to wait
And keep on trying to please
While others make my life difficult
And themselves progress with ease