A journey

There's no hope.

There was a hope,

I see,

But never come.

Indeed wasn't mirth,

The ocean of solicitude,

As it was not own.

Puppet was

my name,

And I dance

Even not on own.

My pain,

Their enjoy.

They love

Me,

'Cause i ,

Stopped loving,

Myself.

A day

Was mine,

On my

Dine.

I needed

them

To even

Pour the nosh in my mouth.

And I realised that,

That was even not mine,

Day.

The way I'm,

My soul hates me,

Why they don't

Understand,

That even if they made me,

I want to be free.

They

Say

I'm last hope

Of their survival.

But what about me?

My survival?

I' m puppet

I lost

My right to live

And they snatched my

Right to die.

Now I've no world

Even if I've

Its so small.

I can't flee.

I asked my friend

In cage,

How you live here?

It said,

The way you

Live

Tied with your hand

To follow them.

Its decriminalizationally,

disgusting,

Determined,

Behave

That I bear

Every day.

I'm treated

Royally,

But that's

What I call

Myself fortunate?

I'm scared,

If they find a defect,

In me,

They'll throw me

On path

To be crushed by cars.

So be,

Silence,

I've to dance.

A/N
Hey everyone! I don't know even ' decriminalizationally' is a word or not but I added it.
Pardon.

#Nikhil.