***life is not all that bad after all*

Well who am i
I ask this question every time
And my soul cries
"I" is me and "me" is I

My soul further exclaims,
You r a person, who everybody blames,
To b rude and always angry;
And u just talk to me,
And rivers of tears flow down ,when u r hurt badly
And u shout aloud why always me.

But remember that if u r made to suffer the most;
Den god thinks that u have the worlds gr8est gift-forbearance,
So that u win and raise a toast.

But these words never calm you,
And you cum crying with a wound fresh and new
Remember what I(soul) say today
And never forget until your last day.

You are not the only one who is made to suffer in this world.

Real suffering is to the new born child;
Who sleeps on the road
When he is meant to be resting in a cozy cradle.

Real suffering is to the mother who has lost her young son,
But the court says "suicide attempt" & killed by none.

Real suffering is to the man;
Who has lost his near 1's and lost the aim to live;
As the doctor has declared him HIV positive.

Just take a look around;
And u will find out for once and all;
That sufferings surround one and all,

So the next time u scream-
"Why I've been chosen?"
Take a look around
Stop being selfish;
And stop screaming y me
And I hope that will end your gr8 saga of self-pity