Is it my fault to be different?

I came to this world with a cry,

With my first cry everyone was happy.

They loved me and come to give blessing

When I came to hear they were laughing boisterously

When I came to see this world they put a smile.

They were around me everywhere and every time.

When I was young I was never left alone.

Then I came to explore this world with my own

I saw the differences than I was afraid of being different

I tried to build the walls and hide myself silently.

But they say differences make this world beautiful

They asked me to be myself;

With all my courage I love being myself

Then I became a Lone Ranger in this crowded world.

Now I became cursed for their happiness

I hear the laugh of mocking every time, everywhere.

They defy me to be a part of their life

Everyday; every step is a stepping stone.

Is this what I have to paid for being myself?

Is it the beauty of being different?

Can you live my life for a day?

Can you not love yourself?

Is it my fault to be different?

Is it my fault to be different?