#WritcoPoemPrompt76 Why do people do bad things?

As innocent as a child I was,
happily roaming on streets.
Running and laughing all around,
without the weight of those seven sins.

Knocked off, dejected and cheated,
I cried the whole day and night.
Robbed by my own fate,
rejected, by everyone around.

Nobody spares me,
so for pure satisfaction, evil becomes my friend.
I feel as though I get support...