My  robe is tainted,
I have fallen in dirts of humiliation,
Hands of mockers pointed,
Their deceitful lips bursted
into laughter of derision.

Words from their lips taunting me
Like needles plunging into my skin
I asked, who am I to be?
It's nothingness, but a mocking sin.

My head hanged low, afraid to
look into their haughty eyes.
One glance from them, I will hate myself.

"Aha! aha!" They cackled as
if I played a role of a...