Lost..

In a world full of tales of sorrow
mine is only a minority
with nothing to look forward to tomorrow
without any use for sympathy or pity

my story. who cares?
no one bothers how the fatass fares
no one cares if he's dead and cold
all they care about are riches and gold

its all for your own good
some of them say
shove off, i'm not in the mood
im being told that day by day

being compared to neighbours and friends
being beaten by canes and hands
they dont care how their son feels
only about how their reputation and business deals

friends; they beat me bad
beat me for fun, or when they are mad
im just a simple punching bag
not even being able to be compared
to an unfeeling emotionless cad.

no im not okay, stop asking me why
if you are my true friend you would know why i cry
do you? thats the question to ponder
while i drift further away into the unknow yonder.