Sick

Sick

My head is pounding
My blood is rushing
My palms are all sweaty
And everything is just nasty

I’m sick, I’m sick, I’m really, really sick
Now, even minor things make me tick
I’m sick of my life, sick of my job

Why won’t anyone listen to me?
Why doesn’t anyone understand me?
Why don’t they step into my shoes and see
That something is certainly wrong with me

Nobody cares, nobody minds
They can’t afford to set aside their precious time
Not even for me, a pitiful soul in need
Nowadays, nobody bothers with a simple good deed

So, here I am, all alone
I’m surprised I haven’t turned into a stone
Being contained within four blank walls
One could get lonely and stiff after a while

Files and documents are everywhere
I have started my journey but it ends nowhere
I know I left my brain somewhere
But when I need it, it’s just not there

WHOOSH! My friends’ bullet trains shoot past
Look at them, they are sure going fast
I’m still huffing and puffing behind
Hoping to catch up with them in time

The climb towards success is steep
But I’m steadily traveling in my faithful jeep
Strength, encouragement and love is all I need
One day, I’m sure I’ll be at the lead

*Rajwinraj*