My situation so disabled,
My heart beats with every tear that rolls down my cheek,
My eyes swollen from the scars which are unhealed,
My life's a mess,

My soul aches only for the constrictions in my heart to cease,
I hope one day they do,
The day I seek freedom from all the mishaps,
The ups and downs that sum up the pain in my life,

The sorrow and woe in my heart,
I hope that the hatred that developed in those hearts,
The hearts of whom I care about, which are fragile,
Exterminates this instant,

I'm tired of the accusations I get to hear,
For the things I didn't do,
And for the things that still remain,
Am I not a human?

Is that so hard for you to digest?
My mistakes are my learning experience,
I maybe wrong but one thing I know is I'm not perfect,
I have my flaws.