It's lonely at the top, I still have to bear being alone.
Not even an appetite left for food. While sitting, thinking why am seen an outcast.
They call me fat and dirty. It got me wondering.. Aren't we of the same kind?
Funda's thoughts kept running, unknown to her the pair of eyes watching her at a corner.
Thankfully, I am no harm.. She would have been a dead meat if I were a hunter.
