I sang a song when I was a kid, the crowd appreciated and I felt, I could be a singer.

I found a subject interesting when I was a kid, I scored good grades, the crowd appreciated and I thought I could be a scholar.

I grew up a little, held a brush, I painted, appreciations and I thought I could be an artist.

I took care of my kin when of ill health and they appreciated, I thought I could be a doctor!

At the time I had to decide, I asked, as of what to do, all of them answered, what once they wanted to do!

The crowd’s appreciation is what all that matters and my greed for the praise grew!

Now I was confused for I knew not what I really wanted to be! I cried and wailed for I had lost my true self!

I was in the dark for sometime and the crowd peeped in to see any progress I made and mocked, ‘good for nothing’.

Numerous traps I fell into, I showed no worries on my face.

I sought help amidst the pranks, some stabbed and the others backed away.

The mind, body and soul were drained enough, still I showed no worries on my face!

Wrong decisions brought forth it’s consequences and as I could I ran away.

I wish I could turn back once but I had came a long way off.

The crowd peeped in again to see the same me, laughed louder…

Depression they defined and I lost myself completely.

Fear of the crowd had made me a mere puppet!

A 1000 times I wanted to shout, this is not me, I’m someone else!