The world and the blame game
The world and the blame game
The world thinks
They know my all intentions
And they act like
They are already having
My progress anticipations
And thus starts the world's blame game
Every time this world gets to decide
Who's intelligent or worthy
And who deserves to be shamed
It gets a reason to blame me every time
Firing up their questions like a gun
Without giving me the answer time
Here begins the list of questions
They ask me every time
Maybe the one reading this
May have better answers than mine
Maybe they have more imaginative minds
Than my overthinking thoughts
Which are filled in my mind
Why didn't you enjoy social gatherings?
Are you sick of socializing
Why do you walk like a sick man
Don't you get proper food
You almost look like a skeleton
Why you are the only one
Always getting easily irritated?
Why do you behave like a bibliophile
Don't wanna enjoy your life?
Then some ultimate professionals' elite
Advise me to play physical games
Which I hate the most
Because no one has invited you
And every player hates you
For them
I am just like an approachable
Search engine
Then comes in memory
my old friend
Who gave me crooked smiles
When in respect
I steped 2 metres back
And she thought
I was afraid of something
Or maybe I wasn't the
Socialise kind
Several things come
As answers in my mind
Let's see if my answers
Satisfy their minds
I don't have social issues
I am just an introvert
Always thinking about myself
Still following the moto
Of self-help
Still in the thoughts of
The people close to me
Who has always loved me
I always get irritated
Because I particularly know
Nothing about behavioural discipline
I just have read that in books
That there is an important Human characteristic called discipline
And maybe hyperactive
Is my adrenaline
I am not a skeleton
I reside in a different body
Just like the Moon knight's case
Still navigating the path
In life's maze
I don't fear her
Or want to disrespect her
I have just read somewhere
Girls and women
Feel unsafe
When we boys
Stand too close
Breaking the safety barriers
Of An Untrusted state
As I answer these questions
After a long time
Breaking the chain of self captivity
Taking together the genre
Of poetry and prose
I think
This is going to be my worst-written poetry
I ever wrote
Many of my readers may disappear
Maybe boycotted and forgotten will be the pieces
And I may be the lost and loved poet
Who wrote poetry once
And his craze is no more