Till now I lived in a constant state of unhappiness,
A state of wanting others' approval,
In want of their respect and attention,
Little did i know that i am being washed away,
Carved by the society as their prey,
Tamed by people who never play by rules,
But before it's late, a tiny hand holds my soul,
Making a storm inside,
Asking why to change if you are right?
Then i realise, it was not the struggle to change the world,
But it was the struggle to change myself,
To stand alone admidst the chaos,
To hear the music and play with storm,
Cause even if you do or don't life ends anyways,
Then why not give a satisfied end than a battered soul?