How can I be better
when all of them treat me bitter,
all their faces are poker
and here I am treated like a loser.
How can I be happy
when all they want me to have is melancholy?
they make my world so eerie
they are the inhibitor of my gaiety.
How can I be secured
when the pain they caused me has no cure,
they perished my strength by the door
chasten by their empty stares and words.
I don't know where to go,
I don't know what to do,
how can I be better
in a world without you..?
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