Sunday, May 3, 2009

My ‘They’ and ‘I’




In all our lives
There’s a ‘me’ and ‘you’ ,
And apart from that
There’s an ‘us’ and ‘them’
And in all that mess
There’s a ‘they’ and ‘I’.

We all our different
We all are one
If you are my ‘they’
So the same I’m yours.

Together we stay, yet farther away
Under a roof
But miles away.
To me there’s just an ‘I’ and ‘they’
Where ‘they’ never gave a pint of care.

They said I cry and weep a lot
But never asked why it was,
They saw the tears and jested me.
They saw the frown, and heard my sob.
But did they come and help a bit?
A shoulder maybe, a sweet word to me
Would’ve given joy to me,
But know that it will never be so.
And I know it never was and will be.

They said I’m stupid, immature as one could be,
Yet none would come and guide me.
Take my hand and show me about
Teach me help me, and not throw me about.
All they do is find the faults
Name it, list it and fling it off.
No reason they got, no justification
And all they do is show me I’m wrong.

They said I’m arrogant, naïve I am,
And said it because they thought so.
What they said hid what they thought,
‘cause the very next day they would deny it all.
Was it spur of the moment
Or their secret hate against me?
Was it their opinion
Or just a tool to break me.

They said it all
They did it all,
But in all what they did,
It was me who lost.
What ‘I’ said got thrown about.
In all my life, who ever I met
Not even one I could find whom I thought was correct
Was it always me whose wrong,
Or was it them?

I gave my love, my time, my care,
For me I got nothing to spare.
What came back was nothing but spite
My love forgotten, ignored and trodden.
So easy was it to forget our joy,
The promises we shared
And all our cares?
Yet in all I came out wrong,
My decisions and actions
As always wrong.

They said it was me, they said it all,
They told me all the time
How wrong I was.
But none would come out and soothe my pain.
What I sought was nothing but answers
The reasons that were, and whatever will be.
I asked for guidance not your money or beloved,
But for all that I gave, you gave out nothing.

Yes I’m wrong, and I guess I always was.
I know I’m wrong, I knew it all along.
My mistake was to have these ‘they’ in my life,
And I fell in a trap I made unintentionally.


~k~


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