Attitude

I was not bad since my birth

This world forced me to be

I loved a girl with purest heart

And met the common tragedy

She said I am not good enough

But I was always best to her

I took care of her every dream

But follies I guess, she refers

Oceans of tears I drank

In depths of depression I sank

To get back to what I was

Evil was the pillar on which I bank

Hatred was what I began to deal

And it was all to abridge my grief

That’s the story of my being disliked

And birth of an unwanted thief.

I don’t share a different story

Our grieves, I suppose are same

But unlike me you are being hated

Your attitude is what I’ll blame

To avoid my tears I used laughter

I made others too to laugh

To hide my few despotic emotions

I painted my face on smile’s behalf

Despite the pains hidden inside

I am called a depression broker

That is how I still respect my love

And that is how I became a joker.