Well written, and as usual you poured out such sadness that plays with the emotion. Our life is what we made it to be. If we can't find joy is small things , then we will always be in the darkness. "Compelled to live with tears and silent outbursts
I carry the 'loser' tag with plethora, as a brand
With none to support and safeguard my interests
I feel as a war-torn refugee on a no man's land.
Bugs, and again, you are NOT a looser. Yes in a way this land is no man's land yet every one has is own share. I hope seeing some happy poems of your, even if it's sad add some hopes. Who are we without hope? 5/5, kel.