Selfish Me

With worries and cries, In shouting agonies and lies.
Leaving caste and creeds, holding a bunch of needs.


I speak to my self, that my motto is to be selfish.
That sleeps in my mind and shatters beautiful binds.


It makes me to say that i am not alone with selfish in my way.
Where i grow making every one to stay away.


It consoles usually as a friend.
With sympathy and empathy as a regular trend.


She holds my hand and drags me to her land.
where i will never be alone, standing like ego as a stone.


It hooks, betrays and dominate.
Upon every time she makes me to hate.


She always shouts with the pitch of my breath.
That i will always try to be selfish with in your heart