What’s wrong with me?

Life is the combination of obdurate incidents.

Few among them may be cunning ones,

And the rest must be strait laced outputs.

I’m not a good survivor of or against such creaky acts;

Mad enough to accept those portentous facts though.

If there is a reason for everything happens on this living planet,

Then why few among us has a fear of facing those painful realities?

Am I misjudging anyone here in the society?

Or underestimating few people there in my home itself?

My mom is a bipolar patient;

I know and accept it in the right sense like a newbie being!

Is it like a default program created by the brain cells;

Not as similar to the ones in a brave heart?

I’m confused!

But never feel so bad about who I’m;

Why I’m there;

What’s so special about me here?

Answers always hide behind your head!

Come on!! You can argue with them,

Catch them if you can,

And show me that lovely smile which can hold your victory.