I wish I could be mean
I wish I could be harsh,
to face this dump world
I wish I could work hard…

No one cares for me, no one spares for me,
am I so bad, or am I so glad?
To help everyone, achieve their dreams
but in return, I never get pleased.
Sometimes I feel,
do I exist?
Or, just waste it… my time, my life, and my everything.

“Face it” “Face it” says everyone,
“I can’t” “I can’t” says my heart.
Help me god, but he refuses,
who’ll help me, if he defuses?

Get rid off this, and leave it behind,
says one, but I left him from my sigh.
Tell me one who says face it,
can you face it without ‘it’?

it , it,  it is you god,
don’t help me and let me drown,
if you can’t help me, tell me
why
I’m left alone, alone behind?

I wish I could, I wish I could...

The Tiny creepy creatures
lie on the base,
set the mark of signatures
to make their endless ways.

I see them passing by
without creating noise,
I enhance their cuddling life
living without choice…

How can such creatures be hated?
How can one make them feel betrayed?
why has god created?
them to feel devastated...

Their presence makes us feel
to let our wounds heal,
instead of being inspired
we feel we are tired.

We think we can’t work
and destroy our world,
ne’er try to be inspired
by their hard work.

Their presence is ne’er praised,
their living is ne’er raise
I wish I could build a world,
which would make every 1 enrolled…