Poem: My place in this world?

“They say its a gift, live with a joy. I say its a curse, an unknown ploy.”

“The one who made it, live in peace, the one they made scream and weeps.”

“The tears are apparent but no one sees, maybe its the curse I scream and weep.”

“I want to shout but no one is here maybe its the ignorance that keeps them unaware.”

“Its an irony I am still here, although I know, how it will play.”

“The pain is a curse or the place in this world, both are the same like diluted verse”

“I am not weak I keep telling them, I hear them laughing, even if I say it in quite.”

“I don’t have words to explain what I feel, all I know is, life is pointless but there is no one to accept this.”

“What if I die, without a cry, will that be it that missing joy.”

“The world will stay in sorrow for this dream, in search to conquer, that has always been free.”

“They cut my wings to trap me in a cage, the trap designed to make me a slave.”

“I am different thats what they say, they curse me for that, then spread the rumour, I don’t know what to think and say.”

“I am the God thats what I think, better than the one you pray and try to please.”

“Its no one’s fault for the things that I feel, I live with my pain, I hope its a dream.”

“I may will celebrate the world they made, where life is valued depending where it was raised, The colour of my skin tells a story, the story no one want to hear.”

“I may well die with the pain, than to live a life with no one there.”

“I don’t want anyone to suffer, the suffering I face enough to tell, the world is empty and no one would wish to be at this place.”