It hurts ..to have no control…
on decisions that I make...
Everyone around me seems..
Is an instrument of fate...
Situations thrown at me..
like some kid pelting stones...
obstacles block my every move..
like a path paved with thorns..
Every person I ever met
had agenda of their own..
Whom to trust.. who really cares.
Oh god!! It’s never known..
Losing ground.. inch by inch..
Sewing my wounds… stitch by stitch.
No help.. No luck.. nowhere to look
Still hoping things would change soon
Change for good.
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