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My blood boiled in fury and anger.
Everyone’s action for me was pain.
No one bothered to talk to this lone kid standing
My voice was lost, I was shouting in vain.
I extended my hand in a sign of friendship.
My hand was slapped of, I was stranded in the rain.
They said that the rain, comes before the rainbow.
But for me, everyday was rain.
Their merriment and happiness
Every happy word that they say
Was my pain and sadness.
Because everyday would be like today.
No one will bother, about this loner
They will walk as they do everyday
Sometimes I wish to be like them
A group of friends and merriment.
Then my fantasy snaps back to reality
And I realise that it’s just a dream.
Will I ever be like them.
Or is the wall my only friend?