You are just like sunbeam,
who likes to destroy the untidy and unwanted thing.
The one who likes to clear all barriers by himself
rather than complaining about your sadness and making gruesome scream.
You are much happy with what you are.
Never expect anybody to be your crutch
during the time you cry helplessly in that stagnant hour.
But someday you come across with them.
They tried their best to make you more
vivacious and vibrant in accordance with their claim.
In those days they guessed about the presence
of a stinking hollow in your past.
They make you believe that only opening up those yellow pages
before them is the only door to gain your social acceptance.
Your rusted iron soul now started breathing.
Such vibrant acceptance and support are something
which you are looking for years.
Now you have started to open those pages, the mystery around you and everything.
Few days later you find them to be the most unknown soul.
After knowing everything about you they are more
likely to retain a safe distance with such an abnormal life.
So, you repent for trusting them before you say it all.