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?