His thoughts showed a winner,
But life branded him a loser,
His mistakes piled on,
But he refused to learn,
Aimlessly wandering around,
His mind felt chained and bound,
He hated himself head to toe,
And found he was his own foe,
Even smile eluded his face,
Just bitterness savored his taste,
With his life running at snail's pace,
He demanded only death to save his face.
( actually written on 8/Jan/11 in diary)
