poet

My friends think I’m a spoiled brat.
Some say I’m blunt.
Some say I’m rude.
But hey, that doesn’t make a spoiled brat.
That’s just who I am.
That’s my attitude.
No, I do not come from a rich background.
I’ve seen all the luxuries of life.
I’ve also seen bitterness of it, the strife.
I’ve seen it all. The Good. The Bad.
I’ve felt that hunger, making me go, mad.
I’ve seen my ma and pa at their peak.
But, I’ve also seen them fallen down,
When sorrow surrounded us, and,
everything felt just bleak.
Yes, I am a bit skeptical,
I am a bit blunt, a bit rude,
And you know what?
I don’t even care about being booed.
My father and my mother gave me this life,
A happy, luxurious and comfortable life.
But they’ve always lived theirs in simplicity.
I’ve seen my family, rich, touching the sky,
But I’ve also seen them crumbling down.
I’ve learned from my father and my mother,
To never give up, to never lose faith.
I’ve seen them building an empire, again,
From the scratches, facing all the Wraith.
Go ahead, come on, NOW judge me.
For everyone, I ever met,
have always done that.
I might look tough, I might look rough,
I might sometimes be a prick,
But before you judge me,
Come, my friend, take a dive into my life,
Look, for real, who I am,
beneath this rugged skin.
A son, a brother, a broken lover.
Dive into my life, and you’ll know,
Why people say this phrase.
– Never judge a book by its cover.
– Abhishek Gupta.