Story of a Doubtful Man

How do you balance out life?
A portion where you have dreams to strive
Another where you ought to socialize
Another when you realize the world is full of lies
Another when you thought you’re called by destiny
When it is only your responsibility

Try screaming your distress out loud as though the world’s at fault
Wolves as friends accompany you in your vault
All saying you’re not the only miserable one
What if it is you whom they do not want?
Come back from somewhere, the world still full of lies
Everyone’s still pretending even as time flies

How many do you see friends who care
When abandoning you is all they dare?
So easy to befriend a jester
Who could create a thousand laughter
So tough to find true peers
Who are willing to share your tears

Distress when you’re busy
Ill when you’re weary

Every morning you wake up and do about your daily stuff
You come to school or office, only to realize you’ve been bluffed
People want you to be
Who they want you to be
Towards your job you try to be sincere
Yet their words pull the strings on you like a puppeteer

Even worst, when you try building a relationship
With a friend whom you wish for a mutual friendship
Yet it is unclear towards you what she feels
No doctors could prescribe for you suitable pills
You wish the bond between you and she will get closer, tighter and nearer to each other
In the end, you’re getting nowhere but you thought from her you’re getting further

You’ve a dream as you seek the true meaning of sincerity
You’ve a dream and you wonder if it is only another responsibility
It can’t be destiny when you desire a meaningful life
Living all you can to strive

You develop your own greatest fear
Because the understanding you desire
Often lead to misperception
You may want to SCREAM in agitation

Who will hear?
Even if they do, for you how many will be here?
Are you done shouting?
They say, are you boasting?

Walking by the roadside
Which path now should you abide?
How do you decide when you your mind knows no black or white?


Yours Truly
Izuddin

P.S: This poem is not a way to offend anyone, neither does it refers to anyone at all