I am looking in, like an outsider
to money oriented and misery oriented people
unable to comply
I listen to them, agree to agree with them
Because that makes them less tense
only thing their life starts to depend upon, An Approval.
But I am aware I am an outsider
trying to mingle in them
camouflaging my thoughts and visions
I am modified, more pleasing version of myself
Not because I think I am smart
But because I am stupid enough to care
I agree to see their visions I will never see
I agree to share their dreams I will never dream
I agree to be their hope even when I am not what I seem
I have become happiness oriented
I don't enjoy our sad little chats gone invariably long
I have struggled across the bridge to reach this
Don't drag me back, let me be, An Outsider to money and misery oriented world.
YOU ARE READING
Sad poems
PoetrySadness is reality of every day. I was asked what inspired me to write this- My answer is some bad days and empathy, for I know I am not alone in this, and neither are you.
