You may point fingers
Often sneer and smirking at me
Ungrateful you say I am

All your tricks all your false smiles
Reminiscing you are, in pure pretense
Enslaved you are more than me

All through and through I may be drenched

Loathing my surrounding and loathing you
Oblivious to happiness and cursing life
Tripping and falling I try making my way

Look at me and look at yourself
Inside you will see we are the same
Kindled by the fire of hatred
Entrapped in a well of remorse

My sin is I show my true self
Envy me if u want but you are a lot like me
30/05/07