sitting around

I am sitting here and waiting...
Looking over one shoulder, and then another,

Waiting for somebody to come and ask me,
hey gaurang, how are you?

but as usual, i will blurt out, "I am OK!",
and that may as well be the end of the conversation...!

I have created a world around me,
that is completely removed from reality,

though it has the same people,
they look different in here

even if I should have been happy,
I end up with melancholy here,

the real world wants to be happy,
and I, in my world, want to cry,

the real world wants to be rich, successful, and famous,
and I, in my world, am left with no motivation whatsoever.