Was I born on this Earth to be tease?

Was I born on this earth to be hated?

Was I born on this earth to be treated as if I didn’t exist?

Everyday it seems this way

Maybe it is the reason why I was born

To be teased

To be hated

To non-existent

Everyday I wonder

Is this the reason?

It probably is

Thought I don’t mind

For every reason there is another reason

Maybe the other reason is that ill be strong

Than again no-one cares if I exist or not

It’s just meant to be…