What's the purpose of my life ?;
of your's , of every other ones' ?
Is it to make others happy ?
Is it to fulfill their wishes ?
Ignoring mine for the "great good" ?
Is it to submit myself to those around ?
Suppressing what all that make me ?
My joy, my sadness, my aims and what not ?
Can't I be melancholic amidst a group ?
But melancholic might be my mind
at that moment, should I then fake ?
I might be on cloud nine, but must I act sad,
for the 'mere' sake of others ?

Is this world full of feigned emotions ?
Is this world thick with fake humans ?
If every other one is to act for the next,
thence, isn't it indeed ?
What do I gain in return ?
Is someone, out there, "acting" for my sake ?
Is someone, out there, happy for my sake ?
Do someone, out there, long to hear me out ?
Long to let me vent my pent up, suppressed self ?
Sadly, I don't find any, none near me !
My bad, or theirs' ? Oblivious I am !

In disarray my mind is,
sunken in the river of zillions of questions,
questions that question my existence,
questions that question my purpose,
questions that question my self
questions that question my ultimate being !!

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