Who I am?
The man down the lane once asked who I am?
People said he was selfish, only cared about himself. The man was considerate but it wasn’t always noticed.
People said he was insensitive, dint show emotions. The man always struggled to express his bottled up emotions.
People said he was racist, supported only his kind. The man was a victim of racism and hatred and chose to support his kind so they don’t feel humiliated like he did.
People said he was a coward, did not support feminism. The man was once thrown into jail for false accusations by a woman.
People said he was unlucky for love, nobody liked him. The man once trusted someone and gave his heart, only to be broken by betrayal.
People said he never tried enough. The man was exhausted trying every possible way and it dint work.
People said he was a depressed man, trying to end his life. The man was only struggling to find his place in the society which was so judgemental and sharp as a knife.