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'...