Futile

By M Veda Adithyan

I cried and cried and cried

for what people to realise that they are right

and I am wrong?

For a while I thought

I have changed

For a while I thought

I have become better

A better person

tough, determined, resilient

I always wish to be

just better

But at the end

Am still the weak old child

desperate for attention

desperate to feel that I exist

not for others

but for me

just once

Why do I weep for the truth?

the knowing hurts

the feel of knowing that

nobody thinks

you are worth the risk

By M Veda Adithyan