First rhyme

Anger hits when I look at you,

Anger from within, because of what could have been.

Anger I felt, because of I believed that you are my friend.

But none of it was true, especially when we were 'friends'.

Betrayed, not in terms of what people stabbed,

But betrayed that you didn't believe in me.

I look for the depth, yet we scored for the skins,

Money, alcohol, dance and club.

But now I believe from what I've seen,

I was away for good, but none of you were there.

My life took to a stage, to see,

The pitiful world that believes in destiny.

It's either I've seen to much or too little,

Because sometimes I thought death will be the answer.

I don't know which of it is true,

To blame, to defend or to be.

They both were gone, leaving me without a clue.

I took the road of no dignity.

I'm just another one, out of the millions.

Who am I to decide, my fate, my life?