You might say I am crazy, You might say I am wrong, But the truth is something different, I am just tired of being strong. When you see me smiling, Have you ever thought? My life is not so different from yours, There are many problems that I have fought. Why should I keep myself hidden? Why should I plaster a smile? Why should I not look tired, Even after walking for a mile? Why should I look good for others? Why should I say I am fine? Why can't they all understand that my feelings are completely mine? If people see me crying, Why should they make a joke? Oh tell me O people, tell me for once, Is it so good to mock? Why then, when you are feeling sad and someone makes fun of you, You feel hurt even if you know, That what they had said was not true? Am I not a human too? Am I so different from others? Why do I feel like a stranger, When we...