This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda.
I am treated like a criminal for no mistake of mine,
My hopes are languid , I live with the fact that I can never be fine .
Everyone gradually walked out on me, a desolate seclusion stared me in the face
The reality sank in, I was nothing but an outcast in the human race
All I wish now is that I wake up tomorrow having one good friend….Just let the solitude end !