As the world celebrates around me,
I throw myself to a corner.
There are hundreds around me,
Still, I feel aloof.
Like a bird that perches,
On a lone, old, leaf-less tree,
I try to find my way back,
From the world I was lost.
Like a solitary reaper,
Singing about a long forgotten war,
I sing a faint song,
For people who overlook me.
I don’t want to be dejected, but I am.
I don’t want to be alone, but I am.
The miserable me, fakes a thin smile,
To hide behind the glum of life.
As I walk across the shadows,
I may trip and fall often.
But none can pull out the vigor from me,
As I totter towards my destiny!