Circumstances makes and mars souls
As it's bumped on by the grey and creepy
In a day, all manner is drained in holes
As a child faced what made him weary
In defense of a dear one, I lost balance
"Wow! I have confronted the so Mighty"
With an inner turbulent voice and hearance
I realised I had just messed with dignity
Being an introvert, I always am viable
But a force just brought my voice to light
I who is reputable, responsible and reasonable
Is fallen dumbfound and currently off-sight
Anger stirs foolery continually in everyone
There is no perfect child but a repentant one.