Category : Poems

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I am a loser by birth, 
I do not understand how life runs. 
 While others run out of it, 
I get a bullet in my chest 
That leaves me weak.  

I can't laugh with fake smiles,
 I can't cry with fake tears, 
I can't talk about what 
I don't feel able to speak.

Dark days make me feel like a shadow, 
Clear days pass to desires. 
 My thoughts are a prison, 
My veins are broken strings from the guitar.

 My eyes are preparing for war,
 I leave my feelings out of my soul.
I don't know what kind of game it is, 
But I feel angry when I lose,
Even if I am a loser by birth.