Believing that I am thought of as good, <br />Hearing that people speak of me as good, <br />And seeing that they want me to be good, <br />I myself drift to being really good <br />From my being pretentiously good. <br />Who knows the amount of pain I undergo <br />To keep me afloat not to retrieve, <br />And make me the great I had not been. <br />12.09.2005<br /><br />Rm.Shanmugam Chettiar.<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/pain-cleanses-me/
