I'm lost, I'm tired.
I don't know what to do.
Tried talking to my dear ones,
But found nothing new.

There are problems in the family.
There are problems out of it.
I'm losing friends.
I'm being called misfit.

I'm being betrayed.
I'm disturbed.
All i ask for is love,
But "drama", it is being termed.

This place isn't my home.
It's not where I belong.
I'm not the real me anymore.
Maybe it's going to prolong.

- Jigyasa.

(This poem is first part. The negative side. Will be posting the part-2 soon)