Weary

I'm so tired.

Of human relationship.

Of friendship.

Of academic pressure and the non- of it.

Of the secret grudge between few of my close friends.

Of the mask I have to put on everyday.

Of the me who is not the me at world's stage.

Of the me who can only be me behind the curtain.

Of the neutralised me and the me who longing for all good.

Of everything I want which I don't get.

It's so hard to please everybody these days.