Lost everything that makes me feel
excited
And reached the peak of chosen ones.
I am almost admired.
But my soul hardly runs.
No more power to stay strong
In this world of fakes.
Life is not actually so long,
But what,with me,it makes.
I now understand how funny it is to abuse
Those who are considered to be the weak.
You can't actually accuse,
But I really feel sick.