The creator wrote a tragic story,
And it turned into my life; he never felt sorry.
Every year, same days and loop of tears,
Every night about the next day, my heart fears.

Every page of my life
Is full of strife.
The universe is ready with a knife
To take away my life.
Beautiful chapters are just my dreams.

What a weird character of mine.
My mom, beautiful but shy,
My dad, ugly but fine,
And me, shy and ugly, but why?

My tears, if collected, will flow like streams,
Volcanic eruptions in my chest,
Troubling me; the universe celebrates a fest.
© therosewriter67