Just a Foreigner

im just a foreigner travelling among people foreign to me,
the confusion is,i find foreign from me everyone i see.
How i look upon them so disheartened almost envious i guess,
to see them communicate so clueless without any stress.
I walk amongst them and am ignored,and those who listen seem to need handsigns,
i speak it so simple and its a mind sore,how they still dont understand n look so blanklike.
Im just a foreigner thirsting for the peace,that they find in comprehension,
im just a foreigner with noone to understand my beliefs,let alone unrecognition,not to mention.
I keep repeating and saying my words to myself,
but no matter how many times i do,it dont sound absurd n fell.
But then why turn a deff ear, asthough im just a dumb bloke???,
but why wen i say what i feel is honest,they smile asthough they heard...a dumb joke.
Im just a foreigner and i come from the world of simplicity,
im in a world of even simpler,they pride in their complications,how?thats a mystery.
It seems they judge betterment, and consider amateurs veterans,
and in their respect they let em in,on the richness of their brocade,n consider not the etiquette.
Im just a foreigner and im trying to sell eye glasses,so maybe they could see,
but these foreigners see my shop but they dont pass it,theyd rather ignore it n blind be.
N those that pass by and enter only make me feel more fell,
coz they juss see but dont buy,n put it back on the shelf.
I consider them foreigners and they consider me foreign too,
and if you reading this then u foreign to me,only if its boring you.
But how strange to feel foreign,standing on unforeign land,
so if i say "hate being foreign" would you understand???

- S double A dee (i.e. me)

Random rhyming

darkness fills my insides as i sit on this chair,
but in whome to confide,since every where i stare...
into the eyes of unrecognition i glare,
a lonely lament somewhere is dying to blare...
its like hopes playing peek-a-boo and trying to scare.
Now im in the playground of devils,oh soul beware,
this is the part where my courage shrevils,thrown into the snare.
No time to discuss on wat is not fair,
fore emotions do rush,gotta fast and pray...before i stray...
down and away...into the firey chasm where the unfortunate lay...unofortunately..
n these thoughts i juss pray...coz bottled theyre torturing me.

Light fills my face when my girl does smile,
but fear is wat i taste,coz good things only linger for a while.
So is it a morrow or two,fore fate hinders the fleeting smiles which lingers,
or will it follow for a few seconds that i can reckon or count on my fingers.

Oh and smile does my heart when my girl does laugh,
but she knows not shese my girl,sadly,alas.
To my lady im just another peasent to the princess,
my mind wondering how to be as a prince is.
But its just another day and with these rhymes i express,
a lil more here,a lil less aye about the emotions repressed.
I may tell u my vulnerability but i wont show you the door,
speakin of which,thats somethin which even i dont properly know.
- Saad Merchant

Whats a pessimist?

My mom calls me a pest in this,
and others call me a pessimist...
maaan these complicated words put me to sleep like a seditive,
no time to learn whats a pessimist,im juss one in a million specimen.
Im either lost in the patterns which fate repeptitive uses to kick my ass...
or im getting my ettiquette out in the subject and the predicate,then these rhymes amass.
But they call me a pessimist and oh alas,
i dont know what it means,though ive been through english class.
Dont know bout bein a pessimist,im juss another loser thats lost,
and so im a saviour to the winners,coz they win their wins at my cost.
Man i aint a pessimist,i dont even know what it means,
im juss another one of those dudes whose lost so much,hese afraid to dream.
Im just that dude who ever ever tries to smile,
but i tell it like i experience it,every gotten while.
Im a guy who laughs and plays,
in if a jokes on my mind i cant stop from sayin...
im just that dude who cant be too depressed to let the sadness prolong,
though sometimes when it gets hard,i feel lifes too long.
and they say and say that im a pessimist,
but i call a snake a snake and recognize the venom for what the venom is.
The whisperer whispers and we find our selves clinging to this life,
but this world cant never be perfect,even if your a winner with kids and a wife.
Im juss a dude seeking reality,but whats a pessimist,
when i seek realities i see,if theres a reality then death is it.
But that dont mean im goin out with a cut wrist,
naa im just dealt my cards,just sometimes its hard to adjust with.
Sometimes the game can get rough from time to time,
so to stay sane i get it all off,and out in my rhymes.
The word pessimist seems only a dictionary away,
but im guessin i aint a pessimist,im just a visionary that prays.
I pray as much as i can,5 times a day,
so the devils attack,from more than 5 types of ways.
But maybe the brothers are right,maybe pessimism i dont lack,
but i say like muhammad ali said "if thats somethin good,then im that"
- Saad Merchant