Purely Not Original

There is an ugly look in my face today;

Well it is true that I am ugly most hours of a day;

My face says, "Hello! I want to kill myself;

Though my hand is injured myself I can't help,

Struggling through the keyboard it is rambling;

Four years I gained and yet I lost in gambling;

It is true I want it to be read, therefore I write,

Call me a jackass, dumbass or THE hypocrite.






Moments, sometimes I loved, sometimes I liked;

All of your presence and absence make me psyched;

A hypocritical ass, that I kill and then confess;

What turns me sick - the smiles I get, despite, on my face,

I really wish to forget all of you for once and for all;

I have been scrappy and don't want to be dull,

Beat you, hurt you, yelled at you badly off late;

Don't comfort me, don't smile at me, happy by myself I can't let L






If you want to be a hypocrite's friend;

First define it and meet my dead end,

Be by my side, not physically but emotionally;

Sentiments might kill a man, but for once think morally,

I have tried a lot but myself I can't change;

So don't let me ask you, however my question is out of range,

Yes, I will stop asking questions for ever;

I do worry about your good; believe it or not but whatever.






What is a friend who just drinks and laughs with you?

If you cry, I do cry with or without you;

I have seen your laughs, gags and tears;

But I am unable to be the one, who only hears,

I do try hard and have been trying;

Though I have no answers to my laughter and crying,

Yes, I will talk with you first and be the cheapest of the cheaps;

All I want is to be by your side; but you must always be happy and hips.