The Poet's Broken Poem

Was I created to be mocked by thee?

With every action,

Every glee,

Being carefully watched,

By my enemies,

What was I made to be?

Who is truly me?

Someone unknown and ordinary,

Someone that you only once see,

Do you remember?

The sound of laughter?

The boisterous music in the cold, festive October?

Do you remember?

The joy when we were together,

At last, our friendship was growing stronger,

But alas I lay down, regretting the memory of us every time I remember.

Do you feel down?

When I was finally not around,

What contentment have you found?

When you choose the other without another doubt,

The radiant golden shine of the day, 

Swiftly fades along with it's happiness,

And I went astray.

Far beneath the darkness,

The path of my life is covered with mysteries of obstacles.

Sufferings as chains of the impossible,

Is this what I was created to be?

Another filler in this vicious world, I see?

Created to live in this world of cruelty,

To be mocked and made fun of viciously,

Was this what I was made to be?

To be the target of their malevolent being,