How Can I Fly?

The world is cruel. Ruthless people, vicious people, Pushed into a corner, A fragile soul How can I fly? Beaten down, Trodden upon, spat upon. With no self-worth, My fragile soul Can only cry Where is my hope? Acceptance of the world? Pleasures of the world? What glimmer for The fragile soul Can hope convey? Every day Struggle to live, struggle to breathe. Bury my face No fragile soul Could bear each day What is next? End of misery? End of breath? Then oblivion? Oh, fragile soul Where am I? The world is cruel. Ruthless self, vicious self. I’ve pushed myself into a corner Merely a fragile soul. How can I fly?