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
hat 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
