Bitter Sweet Story

My weeping words can't describe the agony Which thrushes my heart and veins The sting that bruised me internally Cannot be rectified by some courtesy I in despair lay on my bed Thinking of all cruelty you have done I know people won't believe me As they are the destroyers of my glee The world is a beast's den To compete it,you have to become one Who says they are only terrifying They may wound themselves in the state of "I" The result is proven to be bitter So To my soul I dictate Become one who you cherish Not whom you think should be loved