I AM SCARED...
As darkness creeps in,
A figure of grief pats me from behind.
A dark thought steps in,
I step into the world, where no one is kind.
Each sufferer like me is looked down upon,
Worthless, always, I am reckoned.
I can imagine the wicked laughter at my failure,
How do I tell that the devil of fate is controlling my life’s gear?
Dark thoughts darker than my dark life,
Pain, even sharper than a pointed knife.
Why? Why is this grief so obstinate?
Why? Why it is not opening my glee’s gate?
Is my life so much in love with my hatred?
My angry eyes are totally red!
Walking down the corridors of pain,
I am encountered by the lady of fate.
And there it heavily rains, She tells me I regret, I regret taking advantage of your gullibility.
I smile and say Lucky were you to be blessed with my credulity.
I will come again. It will rain,
But that won’t be on the behalf of my pain.
