Even if I am a disgrace
I have aspired to be more.
If I never amounted to anything,
It is not my parent’s fault,
If my life turns out meaningless,
It is only because I am frail,
I was never unlucky,
There has always been someone helping me,
I am responsible for my own unhappiness.

The drizzling rain
Is of little comfort
But the soft pats against my window
Feel somewhat encouraging.
However,
The blanket of grey clouds,
Extending into the horizon,
Give off a sense of endlessness,
Such that the hopeless torrent
Of past mistakes
Will be forever present.
My life would be easy
If I could throw myself to the ground
And beg for forgiveness.
Perhaps someone should have been born instead of me,
But I cannot bring myself to say
That I am better off dead.

If I can live honestly from now on,
Even if I never amount to much,
I will have a live worth living.