I stand in the crowd,
being knocked many times.

I cry a million gazillion times,
And lost myself.

I keep my voice into myself,
until I find my way out.

I do tired of fighting in an unfair world,
but never give up on trying.

I accept all the swords of words,
give a heart a deep wound that creates scars.

I keep looking for an answer,
why they always hit the rock in the way.

And, I realized,

No matter how good or bad you are,
They will never learn by their mistake.

Instead,
they always find a way,

To blame you for something,
They don't accept themselves.

They create a warrior into battle,
They put a sword in her heart until she dies,

But one thing, they don't know,

They stab a heart that has a strong essence of what life means.