They called me mad- I laughed- I was only intellectually insane.
They called me rude and indifferent- I smirked- I was only unlike the crowd.
They called me a loner- I sniggered- I was only among a selected few.
They called me raw and a heart of stone- the fools didn’t see this stone melt at the sight of a child shivering in the cold.
They called me foolish- I grinned- I was just innocent.
They called me impulsive- I shook my head- I was only following my heart.
They called me fickle- I sighed- I was only intrigued by everything.
They called me emotional- I blinked- I was only sensitive to everyone’s feelings.
They called me sophisticated- but they failed to notice the rowdiness in me which manifested itself when I was truly happy.
They called me confusing- but they never made an attempt to understand me.
They called me a dreamer- but they shut their mouths when they saw those dreams turning into a reality.
They called me a rebel- I stayed quiet- I was only being adhering to that which made sense, not to that which resulted in nothing but degradation.
They called me way too outspoken- I raised my voice higher- I was only saying that which was true and reasonable.
They called me an outcast, a recluse, an avant- garde, a sardonic- I stayed quiet and only smiled and kept on- because barking dogs seldom bite and I was no dog to bark back- a tiger never roared unless he found a suitable contender. They never saw or tried to see the humility, quietude, meditative and warm spirit that lay beneath that severe, rigid and uncouth surface. Those who did never let go of it and those who didn’t- well, they called me….
They called me rude and indifferent- I smirked- I was only unlike the crowd.
They called me a loner- I sniggered- I was only among a selected few.
They called me raw and a heart of stone- the fools didn’t see this stone melt at the sight of a child shivering in the cold.
They called me foolish- I grinned- I was just innocent.
They called me impulsive- I shook my head- I was only following my heart.
They called me fickle- I sighed- I was only intrigued by everything.
They called me emotional- I blinked- I was only sensitive to everyone’s feelings.
They called me sophisticated- but they failed to notice the rowdiness in me which manifested itself when I was truly happy.
They called me confusing- but they never made an attempt to understand me.
They called me a dreamer- but they shut their mouths when they saw those dreams turning into a reality.
They called me a rebel- I stayed quiet- I was only being adhering to that which made sense, not to that which resulted in nothing but degradation.
They called me way too outspoken- I raised my voice higher- I was only saying that which was true and reasonable.
They called me an outcast, a recluse, an avant- garde, a sardonic- I stayed quiet and only smiled and kept on- because barking dogs seldom bite and I was no dog to bark back- a tiger never roared unless he found a suitable contender. They never saw or tried to see the humility, quietude, meditative and warm spirit that lay beneath that severe, rigid and uncouth surface. Those who did never let go of it and those who didn’t- well, they called me….
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