The Unkindest Cut.........................

I don’t know why I am here
But the hardships I bear;
Reminds me that I am actually here
And gives a sensation they call fear.


Left with not a lot of choices,
And all I hear are weird voices
But the sorry plight of mine forces
Me to revolt against my bosses.

I may not leave any legacy;
Yet having committed no fallacy:
All I yearn is for some sympathy
But all I receive is widespread apathy.


I know not what’s in store for me
But however atrocious it may be;
I shall pursue my struggle to be free
Lest I be part of their killing spree.


I don’t have many doors to knock,
Yet face an ever ticking clock;
And with a crowd of people to mock
Yet not a lot of them to flock.


But when the arms of destiny call;
I would feel quite small,
As even people who oft talked tall
Hath given it their all.