HOLIDAYS FOR THE INTROVERT

 

 The time has come, what they waited for,
 They spend each day making memories and want more.
 They're probably having fun together,
 I'm just silent. Things would never be better.

The way they treat me—
 Should I be sad, or should I be mad?
 I don’t wanna say anything,
 Because in their sight, I’m already bad.

A prisoner of my personal history,
 Care and sympathy—ah, a mystery.
 I'm using the words I used back then,
 Because nothing has ever changed since then.

The laughs back then, pure smiles back then;
 They left me upset, all by myself.
 Whatever happens,
 I’m the one and only,
 Who is always wrong and lonely.

A prisoner of my personal history,
 Care and sympathy—ah, a mystery.

By Mahrukh Dar ICS I