My life seems to be abuse and isolation,
My self-esteem slowly decreasing in elevation.
Life pushing to the ground but pulling me up to give me a little hope,
Turns out life pulls me up to push me harder into a downward slope.
Pushing and pulling seem to be a game even people play with me,
Push me down, pull me up, till they completely break me,
I'd say I've had enough with this seemingly endless game,
But that's for fate to choose and it chooses more pain.
These games fate plays can seem to be either cruel or fun,
I don't believe in luck but I still say I'm an unlucky one,
My life isn't the worst, nor good but mine shouldn't matter,
I care for others and one thing that people enjoy is laughter,
So go ahead and push me over, get a good laugh while I shatter
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
awsome poem, so much emotion, brought a tear to my eye.x