But feel dissatisfied,
We expect more than we get,
Our best we did and tried,
Often we hide our depression,
We begin another day,
Of happiness we give the impression,
But inside its not that way,
The sadness and stress,
Collect and multiply,
Even though we do our best,
We are not well rewarded, Why?
We think and feel and weep,
But it remains inside us deep.
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