I grew up,
listening of praises,
taps on shoulders,
proud smiles on faces,

the favourite of teachers,
envied by kids
I called friends,
with friendship comes competition, 
I had never known

smart, intelligent, brilliant,
all these remarks in my card,
which they claimed would decide
what would become of me,

 years went by,
 I felt eyes on me.
expectations rose,
and mine from me,
got stuck somewhere in between,

the door was now opened,
crowd, they called it the world
the adjectives they called me,
now had millions of faces,
I felt tricked

why didn't they tell me?
there are thousands like me,
waiting in a long queue,
for their turn to serve
in the battleground

I wasn't told,
there are other people,
with the name same as mine,
now when someone calls me,
all of our hopeless faces look outside,
they have been deceived too

 I feel lost,
and betrayed,
the world I imagined was disparate,
they have pushed me into this, 
and now call it the reality,


tired soldiers in different battlegrounds,
how to know which one is mine?
is it between me and their world,
or with the ones who share my name,
or is it a war between,
what they think of me,
and what I really am.