The Man In Haste

i wonder when will all these nightmares come to an end i breathe but i'm not happy i just fight with everybody i come across what i see in their eyes is mock and ridicule i feel weak,not to speak to my dearest ones what is it that made me who i am today? is it my past or my ambitions for a bright future? it's clear that my future is not promising it's because i turned down the only thing that many people think it would have made me the man they always wanted me to be