Why Was I Given Life

There it is Life So ****ing boring; Life on me I didn’t ask for it; They bestowed on me…. My parents…. They both are dead Left me with this awkward problem; What is it I want to do with my life? I don’t like my life, I hated it…. Is it justified that parents want children? Have children to plate on them a terrible life; Parents want children, obviously Yet they do not think of the consequence their fruits would bear The struggle of living; Puberty; Expectations of romance….maybe of lust…. They were there, the parents… They got the T-Shirt and wore it So why subjugate their children to it? There it is Life So god damned awkward They bestowed on me And I don’t ****ing like it…. I’ll never will!