Each other day that falls
Every moment I feel faulty
Dismay fills my desperate heart
Not for any one reason-
Do I know!
I'm filled with quest and vexation
Feeling myself so selfless
So hurt by them.

Why them?
Why should I be surrounded,
By snitches and not friends
"Hey man I'm hungry-
Please help me out,"
They say today.
But tomorrow, you are hungry-
Everyone hides from you.
Why should it be them?

"Brother," is my name only for-
A few hours or minutes
Not because of who I am
But what I have.
With anxiety to get a real friend
I'm ready to help anyone
"God, come and I intervene in my life,"
Each day I pray.
Why such hypocrites?

Behind my back,
They speak ill about me
Dunno what I have or,
Haven't done for them, but
In my sight, they praise me
With all the flattering kind words.

When shall I get a true friend,
One who will appreciate me-
For who I am and not-
What I am?
Why do they keep pretending,
Even when they know that I know,
To be what they can never be!
Why does it have to be them?

They are like a nightmare
One that causes extreme
Psychological torture
Filled with greed and-
Sharp tongues. Like sadists,
Never do they want to see me happy
A small smile in my face-
Causes terror and disaster
Upon my miserable life
Their only happiness, is in my sorrow.
Why them, why?