Here is “Me”,

Caught up in the world of frenzy.

Where the spectrum of hopes

Is scattered immensely.

The colors they wanna see

I always fail to display

But now I know,

This is nothing but nature’s disdain play

 

They all want me to grow,

Want me to win the race.

But what they don’t know,

I have been stuck in this girth

They call “mother earth”

Crouching,

As I have run out of space.

But I am still running;

Trying to keep up the pace.

 

They too want me to slow down

And lay low;

Won’t let me stretch,

Or give me a chance to show.

Then they ask me why I frown?

 

My surroundings have inclined my inner nature.

It is what tainted my sanity,

And has shaped my outer figure.

 

So why blame me, or my past?

Whoever I have become,

It is the world around me

That has changed me this fast.