It is always like that and you have to accept it,
Or your life like a useless candle will never be lit.
When I look into the pages of my past again,
I know it has always been the cause of my pain.
In my sadness it made me just sadder,
And it pretended to be my success ladder.
It is to be blamed for what I am today,
I am today called mad and kept away.
As a play toy I was tossed and turned in the hands of fate,
At the same time experiencing both love and hate.
And when it came to naming my misery,
People called it a mere game of destiny.
I was told to live with what I had,
Even if my condition was pathetic and bad
I was left to myself all alone,
Out from the society I was thrown.
Like an unlucky animal or some filthy creature,
In front of me I could see my uncertain future.
I then realized that there was no use crying,
No one would look up even if I was dying.
So I revolted; but the world proved me mad,
It was then I concluded that the world was bad.
