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.

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