Evil is not “me”,it’s the “I”!!

I build myself from others, I reached the height others queue,

I made myself stronger to withstand, the cult of modern and a few.

The hunger is never less, what I have is never more,

Things that would make me anything, now do nothing but bore.

Now I stall on empty roads, looking for the things I seek

But nothing to share, nothing to achieve, my existence remains a lost cause to me.

When will this hunger decease and make me free I would never know,

All I have done is broaden the line that once never existed between me and you.

Was it worth is the question I ask

For oneself without emotions is like an empty glass

All I want is a hug and not another lie

And someone to assure me the evil is not “me”,it’s the “I”.

[written during a class lecture in my 5th semester]