Don’t Ask Me Why!
I am that suicidal who wants sorrow,
To see my tomorrow.
Because I really want to see,
Who really cared about Me
I am that gay who is happy,
Not being a straight human portray.
Because I don’t want to be that inhumane,
Who is phobic to the entire race
I am that flower who is happy,
Being devoted to a stone although crappy.
Because I am sick of this world,
Which is a fake emerald
I am that Nazi soldier who cried,
For a Jew who died.
Because I didn’t got an opportunity,
To remove his soul from that entity
I am that black child who was not bad,
Adopted by my racist white dad.
Because there was a vacancy,
For my servency
Yes, I am your imagination,
Which is beyond admiration!
If any of this is even true,
For anyone in this world through;
Atleast I am your silly dream
Even I can come true.