Is it my fault to be different?

I came to this world with a cry,
With my first cry everyone was happy.
They loved me and come to give blessing
When I came to hear they were laughing boisterously
When I came to see this world they put a smile.
They were around me everywhere and every time.
When I was young I was never left alone.

Then I came to explore this world with my own
I saw the differences than I was afraid of being different
I tried to build the walls and hide myself silently.
But they say differences make this world beautiful
They asked me to be myself;
With all my courage I love being myself
Then I became a Lone Ranger in this crowded world.

Now I became cursed for their happiness
I hear the laugh of mocking every time, everywhere.
They defy me to be a part of their life
Everyday; every step is a stepping stone.
Is this what I have to paid for being myself?
Is it the beauty of being different?
Can you live my life for a day?
Can you not love yourself?
Is it my fault to be different?
Is it my fault to be different?

-Khushi Kaul