Growing up, competed with my cousin
In gatherings, she could dance and sing
When talent and beauty meets
She became a crowd favorite

From that day I doubted my existence
And slowly walked away from the “audience”
Then, Lonely became my new name
Will I win in this life’s game?

I have eluded every conversation
Pen and paper became my companion
Talking to people is not my passion
And even chose a mundane profession

Tried many times to break free
Reverse the drama of my personality
But it’s like holding water in your hand
Change maybe easy, perhaps with a magic wand