Life—she is there.

I am a puppet in her hands. 

As she pleases, she plays.

I have no say

in her theatrical plan.


She thinks she is playful

but she is vicious.

She acts mysterious

but makes me lose my cool

with her eternal

tricks to bring my spirit down. 


She takes away from me

who I truly care for

and who genuinely love me


we can make good memories.


She doesn’t respect opinions

or personal space of others.

She gets envious

when she sees herself being overpowered

by my interests and passions

yet never fails to transfer

her burden.


No matter what 

as long as she is,

I will have to tolerate her

because I have no other choice.



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