Where I belong is where I'm lost
And often for a moment I question who am I
Burdened with the answers I started to sink,
Lost what I found, but worse stopped to think
Day by day I was taken by my ups and downs
I never gave consent yet
slowly I was getting mad
Reason to me was stupidity to others
bunch of beliefs about life,
- for the best of our kind -
seemed trifle and out of time
My decisions made me an outcast; in their eyes,
for mine made me realize I'm out of the cast
difference if you ask is indeed frightening
rebelling against ideologies that
long have been applauded by a crowd
A Bewitched angel dares to step a foot out,
The crowd starts panicking & together they get loud,
soon the angel's footsteps are no longer heard,
The shadows of their wings are no longer seen,
the leftovers of a wing that once tried to fly,
are now swallowed in a swirl,
tarnished amongst others of the same kind;
angels gone mad
