I hate the kind of life I have,
I hate the way how people treated me;
I hate the way I saw disgust feeling from their face
Whenever they saw me.
I hate my life,
But I need to lived it,
I need to loved it
And protect it from people
Who wants to ruin it.
But how can I?
It is somewhat having a dwell against the world;
How I can protect myself to them
If I’d suffer from great pain,
From the injury I’ve got from them.
How I can fight them,
If my only choice is to surrender and give up?
How I will be able to win this fight
If in...