UDecided to write a poet about me

In a room,
Loneliness sung its song
At a high pitch it rang;
Head held high,
Life amidst its worst-
My breath to breathe last.

Yet!

Eye glanced at the fan,
Twirling round round
It revolves with speed nonstop.
I wonder ;
Does it get dizzy?
Wishing to stop yet as long as the current flows-
It turns on and on.

Just here,
I have learnt to dance like the fan
Learning to fight on.