Seeing those people not seeing me,
drives me into clutches of self-doubt;
watching others not listening to my thought,
make me raise hell and shout.

When I am smiling and laughing,
they feel I am happy and trouble free;
for my only moment after hours of burning,
to stand under the shade of a cool tree.

Sometimes I am a kid,
at other times I am grown-up;
sometimes I fight to win,
rest of the times I own-up.

Sometimes I am warm,
at other times I am cold;
sometimes I break into tears,
rest of the times I am bold.

Sometimes I get it,
at other times I choose,
sometimes I win,
rest of the times I lose.

I don’t know whether I am winning or not,
there is so much respect I need to earn;
one quality I discovered in myself,
the ability to grow and learn.