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Infuriated

Its no wonder I get angry alot Coz there is pain hidden in every single slot Of my soul Its been always there, like a mole A empty hole Filled with expectations of others Was a single son, i had no brothers Parents wanted me to be their pillar As if I ain't a human being I was just a filler Born in a slum Wanted to play those drums But couldn't afford Pockets light like helium Always on an edge of a sword Keep studying, until you can follow the horde Dreams are , don't you question our lord Who is lord? I kept asking questions Why is he unfair? They forgot to mention If he exist, then why good people get hurt? Why do I had to face this dirt? All the drama at home All the drama in school What he thinks of himself As if he's making me a fool All the drama in love Does he think its cool? Does he think its a joke? That all my other folks Seem to have everything My life-spong will never soak Does he think its easy to endure one heartbreak? That he dealt me three As if by buying two, I got one extra free Even that wasn't enough Already my life wasn't tough He wanted it more rough So even up above I was given these looks Made me bury my face Inside thick set of books But what about fat body i had? "How will I hide it?" I was sad They called me "bheem ka ladoo" I didn't had enough clue That names spread like a fire Everyone knew it, i was tired Of living this life Walking on so many knife No single side - easy,nice But i kept running the race Kept on fighting my days Kept working hard on myself There was no one to help There was no one who cared There was no one who dared To stand by myyyy side my juicy heart now dried A heartless demon created Who was always been hated You can judge me all you want Yeah I am INFURIATED !

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