Born possess nothing in this world
came from tiny creatures interacted to mold
lived the place surrounded by watery cold
unknown from the life that just has sold
better chances had never come
felicity would forever be gone
adroit would be left undone
frequently fretful, feeling wan
fate foils the life of beauty
pummeled to every failure duty
can't do anything but to show frailty
refraining not to be in state of pugnacity
see those puffy flesh and swollen eyes
seeking refuge to hide those cries
can't find the truth and hope there lies
to be free from odium and being despise
reclusion would be an interminable sore
defying authority wont faces out gore
numb to any sense chasing the inner core
reason to be less person and nothing more
