(The Real me)

O My friends
 Parents
Teachers
and fans
I'm not what I'm
Father calls me a brave son
Mom says you never succumb
Teachers are proud of the public service I have done
Friends say
We have always found you smiling
A falcon over the mountains flying
and never seen you crying
But I'm not what I'm
A falcon flying?
No, No ,to my sensory I'm dying
Solitude swimming in my veins
Sorrows sucking my blood
Nothingness, eats my brain
With out my beloved
A hunted bird beneath the tree lying
Deep breath of sadness  sighing
This bloody crusade I'm fighting
No one knows
I'm crying
I'm crying
I'm crying .