"The Mad Man"

I am breathing  fine ;

But, I don't know why ?

It feels like ;

I am, gasping for breath .

There is no danger around me .

But I don't know why ?

I feel as if ;

I am falling into  ;

Some sort of a serious threat .

My senses are fine !

But, I feel as if ;

I have become ,

Immune to any sense .

My social life ?

I rather not mention ;

As it is, in a total mess .

Everyone around  me ,

Are now worried .

They keep questioning me ;

About why , I always ;

Stay so stressed ?

In response of which ;

I often end up ;

Having, no reason to say .

How can I ?

As I too am clueless !

Trying hard, to find my way .

I wasn't like this !

Not, for once ;

As far, as I can recall .

By 'this' I mean :

" This clumsy me who keeps " ;

'Tripping', 'falling' and ,

'Breaking' down ;

Every now and then .

As if, it is a 'cyclic' movement ;

Which doesn't, have an end .

I pray to God ;

To help me, but ;

It feels as if ;

He has become deaf ,

Towards my screams .

Or, maybe ;

My screams are queued ,

In a queue too long ;

To be heard by him ;

Until the next blue moon .

My reader, I do know ;

You too would ;

What might now suggest  :

That is ;

To stay strong ,

And keep working hard;

Until I build my way .

But my friend ,

I can ensure you ;

It isn't like, I haven't tried .

Failing upon which ;

Even I can't remember ,

The number of nights ;

Or hours which I have cried .

Now ,

With bruises on my soul  ;

As well as an aching body ;

I am too scarced ;

To give another try .

Maybe it is the reason ;

Why even in pain ;

I am now, unable to cry .

I just can't further express ,

My situation to you ;

Then site the example ,

Of Romeo and Juliet ;

Where both died ;

With just a wish to be whole .

My scenerio for some ;

Is a joke .

About which, they every now ,

And then site against me to troll .

Even, my name has now changed ;

As well as, my identity .

As in whispers and gossips ;

I am now referred to as ;

"The Mad Man" .

Curious for a remedy ;

I ask them, for suggestions .

Upon which ;

Some even end up ,

Blaming me and stating ;

That I am the one at fault .

But I want to ask you ;

My dear reader .

Is it my fault ?

Or, is it a 'defect' ?

With which ;

People like me are built ?

If so, then suggest ;

What shall I do ?

To become ;

One, like you .

As I am waiting ,

For that dawn ;

Where I too can ;

Show the world :

"A better version of me ";

"A version of me ,

Completely new ".

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