I tried to find happiness In those things That the rest of the world did But, I only ended up realising That mine is none other Than a fate of a dark poetess! The ways of the world Attract me not In whatever I do, I find emptiness And wherever I go, I feel like I am a ghost ship Roaming towards There where none shall Be able to see me! Still,I keep on trying my best As, in the very end, I live on the soils of this Earth And it becomes my duty To merge in with the rest As, It is well known That birds of the same feather Shall keep on flocking together! Yet, Each time I glance into The Pond of Truth, Along with the rest of the world I realise That they have no wings on their backs While mine are golden shiny ones! I wonder then If this is why I find no happiness There where I see it most With others, who, Are supposed to be of my own kind!