Sometimes it becomes difficult for me
to know who can be a friend and who can’t be one
I thought I succeeded in making some of them
but ended up knowing I was still alone, outcasted
for the reason, that I don’t know.
I remember I have always been an outcast-
a distinct personality, a leader in himself
with neither followers nor supporters,
the person who always stood alone, that is me
Is it good for me or not to be like this,
that I don’t know but what I know is that
I won’t mind standing alone in the crowd
but I would never lose self-respect,
never will I become your tail-
I will always stand for what I find right-
friends or not, even if the courtesy of
acknowledgment you take away
from me, I won’t mind
standing alone because that is who I am-
the outcasted one, the one who stands alone.
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