Despondent

Shaky steps prevail when I proceed down further, Cloudy skies overcast when I want a clear weather, Good that it rains for it hides the tears as it crawls, Down the cheeks and then to the ground as it falls, I smile even when I cry looking up at the sky, For I am a vagabonded chap forbidden to fly. I often stay awake all night to see the sun rise, Hoping to be strong and a bit more wise, With the same old sun brings a new day of hope, I want life to get addicted to the happiness dope, But hopes remains and sadness again creeps, When I overlook the past with mere lonely peeps. I can here prank chats and back biters tease, For the coffin of my soul that I took on lease, They pin me each second to check my breath, They measure me each day to upgrade the coffin breadth, I know the world doesn't want me around, When there are many wise men to surround. I know my value isn't much than that a pebble in a pot, I know my value as I don't pretend to be what I am not, But I am also a being with flesh and blood, I also drown when the world suffers flood, I am also harmed with earth facing trauma and disaster, I know I am a slave so I never try to be anyone's master.