Call me bitter for all the poems i write
Cause thats what i look like in all of your sight
Just look deeply and understand
Everything will make sense to you that no one held a hand
Try being in my shoe and see how i feel
I bet you'll go dark and have a heart made of steel
The feeling of no one to be your friend
You just want to shoot yourself and come to an end
My best friends are my paper and pen
My enemy is this cruel world with its dark den
Each of us has things settled for us already
We just have to be strong and face this ready
And yes, i am one of those unfortunate one to face this alone
Im destined to have no one to go along
Guess its just me myself and i
No one for me till the day i die
Oh! Joy of being me.
Notice the sarcasm thats in thee
