Rancorous Return of Isma

I was never a favorite
I always beg for thier affection
Even after all I've done, I was never appreciated
my cries were unheard
my pains was never seen
My sacrifices are vain

I suffered alone
I cried alone
Disappointment were immeasurable
I was shattered and no one was there to pick up my pieces.

I fight alone
to live
to be strong
Perhaps I'm too broken
for I don't have the courage to go on.

But what is this?
I was reincarnated back into my bitter past life?

You even deny my death? Why?

The following story is a work of fiction . Any resemblance to actual person, living or deceased, or to event that may have occurred is purely coincidental. The characters, names,incidents, and dialogues portrayed in this story are product of author's imagination and is use fictitiously.