How could one...

How could one refuse to reply to you when you are doing a favour to him?

How could one not appreciate for the things you are willing to share with him?

How could one not bother about his future and decide to sink into atrophy?

How could one try to hide something from you and ask someone else to explain to you instead?

How could one insist that he is a cut above and appears to be more mature among his peers?

How could one keep on repeating that everyone should not underestimate his ability whereas he has done nothing save staying at home?

How could one be so mean, stalking you all the time whilst he pretends to be a nodding acquaintance of you?

How could one dawdle his time away and lead his life in a nocturnal manner, simply because he is young and alive?

How could one be not provident when it comes to financial planning, even though he knows the fate of a have-not?

How could one brag out and loud about his having no choice whereas he has not even taken up the gauntlet?

How could one plan his future when he is walking the wrong path, without taking your advice into consideration?

How could one shut his very own door, not allowing the Almighty to open the other the window for him to breathe?

How could one know what he should do, but don’t do what he know?

How could one live in complete fantasy and prefer a cloistered existence?

How could one be so misanthropic and lost touch with human contact?

How could one bite the hands that feed him?

How could one just walk away when you need him so bad at times? When he returns, do you need him anyway?

How could one enjoy the victory alone when he has lost so much for its attainment but only the remnants of regrets and tears are left for him?

How could one be so stingy and baleful when he knows he can lend a helping hand to the impoverished and down-trodden?

How could one not be considerate to your feelings when he, a close friend of yours, is trying to hurt you on your back?

How could one not lend his pair of ears when you need someone to listen to your grievances so much?

How could one appear to be ignorant of your pains and just brush them aside and say “Everything’s gonna be alright!”?

Last but not least,

How could you understand me when you are not even ME? There is not even a shoe for you to put in… :(