(This was my first poem. I wrote it way back in 2000-01)
They told me to follow the sun,
But clouds instead I chose.
Instructed to walk the lighted streets,
took the dark alleys, leading to doors that were closed.
Plastic smiles, and an artificial sense of fun,
But sooner or later, the reality had to come.
I was happy outside, but depressed inside.
Finding faults within me, which had not been.
I probed, I tapped, I searched.
Where was my self-confidence perched?
Took time off, and raised it to a height,
That now it could not be destroyed by any might.
It was the envy of my peers,
“How confident”, they used to sneer.
Friendship, I had, and also a lot of fame.
So success had to come, without any shame.
No looking back now, all those times that I’ve left.
Sky is the limit-and for that, I raise my cleft.