In the process

Alone in my room at night,
I try and think over things,
There is a race of being nice or vice,
In whose favor should the winning bell ring.

Why am I so silly,
Why am I so vain?
The senses have told me whats right.
Then why must I endure this pain?

The story started

There is a long story to be told,
Interesting it may sound,
Truth it may not hold,
But surprises it has manifold,
The wisdon it gives is age old,
The end may seem cold.

Let me begin before the start,
As chassis I must lay.

I fell down from a ladder
Not so while ago,
It gave me deep wounds,
My head was hurt,
Body had bruises,
And i needed a doctor.

I knew i should have gone to the clinic.
But i feared being thrashed.

To be continued sooon:)....