A sense of belongingness keeps us rooted. Some people, though present physically in this world are absent mentally. They are the misfits, feels, Sailasree, in this verse, in Different Truths.
I am a misfit in this crazy world, I don’t know why? I feel I don’t belong to this world, But here I am and I don’t know why? I am a trapped soul in a wrong frame, Trying to live this burdened life with a smile, But hell no…..the world is not game, And wants me to bow down in shame, I am a restrained pneuma who likes to be free, Devoid of all these meaningless bondages, But hell no…..the world is not game, And treats me like a freaking maim, I am a wandering psyche in pursuit of my harmony, With situations mangling the essence of me, But hell no… the world is not game, And torments me like a forgotten flame, I am a lonely spirit who just wants to be loved, Beyond the passable realms of love, But hell no…the world is not game, And shuns me like a forbidden name, I am a lifeless entity still in existence, Enduring the hiatus of this meaningless animation, But hell no….the world is not game, And gawks at me like a fatal dame, Why do I feel the way I feel? Is it because of the crazy world? Or is it because of the crazy me? I feel I don’t belong to this world, But here I am and I don’t know why? Am I the misfit who just wants to be happy? Or is it the world which cannot see me happy, Maybe I don’t belong to this world, For the world is too crazy for a misfit like me.
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