WeePinG is My liFe..

Sitting alone on this bench
With wind shuffling my hair
The ducks swimming on the pond
But my gaze staring into the air

Things around me move faster
They dont need me to participate
Then Why these things affect me?
When I cant cope-up to wait

Going out doesn't excite me
Having fun is not my cup of tea
Doing nothing but i still do
That's also my way of doing too

Pretending that i smile
For everyone all is fine
Who can see my inner heart?
That weeping takes whole part!