F-R-U-S-T-R-A-T-E-D

One morning you wake up

And the truth breaks up

In front of you & you are shaked up

You feel down

Even you shadow doesn’t seem your own

All the dreams seem to be blown

And good times have all flown

World is ready with its bull shit

Coz whenever you are hardest hit

People love mocking on it

Not giving hands to help

But rather to show that you are down

You don’t give a damn to that crap

But those voices hunt you down to show the gaps

You are helpless

You hear voices

You are lost

Left with no choices

You are bloody frustrated…

Burden of broken dreams on your shoulders

Seems just like bloody heavy boulders

Things which used to be within your reach

Suddenly seem missing as if they got something to teach

You get freely imprisoned

Sitting alone in your room

And moving around in gloom

As if you are doomed

Bloody craps tying you up

You feel as if you are handcuffed

You are helpless

You hear voices

You are lost

Left with no choices

You are bloody frustrated….

Not knowing where you stand

People show as if they understand

You keep that fake smile on your face

So that no asshole comes to know about this phase

You laugh at yourself

Coz of the games of life

Feel like running away

Or cut these bondages with a knife

People think that you are strong

But who could tell them that they are wrong

Coz they take your silence

As a license to brag about their tolerance

You have to listen coz you can’t say shut it

When you start saying something

They say ‘Oh please! Chuck it’

You are helpless

You hear voices

You are lost

Left with no choices

You are bloody frustrated…