Contradicting as it may be.
I lay neither rich nor poor.
I m a watchdog.
Getting paid for my miseries.
I mingle among the sophisticated.
But return to all pervasing depression.
I sing dance laugh n bottle my thoughts.
But have death warmed over.

Trust me o love.
Shall I worship thine beauty. - A slumdog to his millionnaire

Thus accept. or atleast we’ll be BFF