Blaming me for your destiny,
Spoiling my shape, showing agony.
Using me as a weapon to fight,
As if I'm your birth-right.

Taking me for granted,
Placing me wherever wanted.
Is this the way you treat ?
Keeping me inside a bag, to feel all the heat.

Does it really make any sense?
To play with anyone's emotions and innocence
Don't worry. I won't turn grey,
To prove the third law in anyway.

Doing my heart-transplant every now and then.
Keeping the oxygen supply never even.
You can change the colour of my blood,
But, could you ever prevent the occurence of my flood?

Writing the answers in traces.
At the eve of result, making faces.
Had you written a bit more nicely,
They would have taken your papers lightly.
You can also be the winner.
But, dreaming alone won't make you the ruler.

Never used me to get a high score;
Ruined my life, can't take it any-more.
This summer, I'll be lost.
You can buy another one of a cheaper cost.

Can't disclose how I came to know about these things and since when.
But, this is all about the pain of my pen.