Starry Night

I feel bad.
I really feel bad.
For I could not be through the agony; with all my disdained efforts; that you have been through.
Each day, every moment.
You bury that pain into the dark corners of your heart.
You house that pool of blood, so ready to ooze out..
Only you can do that,
And how easily!!
No one realizes that.

I feel bad.
I really feel bad.
They accuse you of being rude.
They accuse you of being oblivious.
They accuse you of being arrogant.
They accuse you of being fidgety.
O yes, you are rude, to the failures you face.
O yes, you are oblivious, to the anguish you encase.
O yes, you are arrogant, to the journey you cannot undertake.
O yes, you are fidgety, to the stillness you have to wake.

I feel bad.
I really feel bad.
You leave the den to earn.
You come back and never yearn.
Your noble traits,
Your selfless deeds,
Your simplest virtues,
Dies without any heed.

I feel.
I do feel.
The plight.
The fight.
You have faced with might.
Come out of the dingy room now.
Let us soak ourselves under the starry night.