An Idiot’s Poem

why should i be the only one
to compromise my love
and not post about it on social media?
why should i be the only one
to stay quiet amidst a gathering
and not ramble about what comes to mind?
why should i be the only one
to pretend that i am asleep
and not spend the night out with my rage?
why should i be the only one
to follow the rules of the past
and not misbehave when i am in my senses?
why should i be the only one
to allow someone to empower me
and not go crazy till my point is proved?
why should i be the only one
to be modest and a tad bit naive
and not even flaunt my erratic mood swings?
why should i be the only one
to stand numb among my friends
and not smoke to enhance my personality?
why should i be the only one
to be caged inside my house
and not travel to explore my insanity?
why should i be the only one
to write poetry for self satisfaction
and not publicize it for personal attention?
why should i be the only one
to make sense about anything
and not be loud in this chaotic world?
why should i be the only one
to be simply understood
and not have someone spend sleepless nights thinking about me?

why should i be the only one
with a tear in my eye as i crave to be inhuman?

i am here, in this plethora of people
where everyone has a lot to say and suffocate honesty with their aura

the sound of war is music to our ears

i am surrounded by people of similar interests, they make me smile, everyone wants to shoot in the heart of silence
but this show has barely begun
nothing calms me more than knowing
i am not the only one

-hamid