Disappointment

 
Enthusiastic I was when I first applied,

I thought it was supposed to be glorious and pride,

How happy I was because I thought I made the right decision,

I thought I'll be good and work to the perfection.

It took me a while to understand the reality,

That, behind the glory there was responsibility,

I was no more the independent person I used to be,

I was trapped in a frame of discipline, responsibilities which I was unable to be free.

I was lost and depressed for I was clueless,

I went to my parents who thought all this was hopeless,

I got scolded from everyone who said that I was useless,

But was only I who knew that my effort was flawless.

I was really sad for I knew that I failed,

I was disappointed for I knew that it was my fault,

For some time the sadness I was unable to bare,

Then I got fed up and after that I didn't care.

Now among the others I am considered as a failure,

They sometimes hint at me saying that I am useless,

To all of them I say that I don't care,

But deep inside the disappointment is hard to bare.