BROKEN

Am the living tree losing its leaves

For my tap root is no more 

Drying rapidly without healing

Criticized of my free nutrients 

I possess the most true colors

Based on truth short length

Love targets negative responses 

Potential positions undefined aims 

Hardwork unfair rewards

Close friends enumerated betrayals

Never to love for love so love yes love

Public personal referred for downs 

Criticized and abused of poverty

Holding my eyes for a while

Crying for some time, it's never permanent

But who does all this, never to believe

My lover, no more love, never to love

My Relatives, But why, apart the lineage

My friends, great betrayers, abusers and criticizers 

I have got hope, though painful

I believe, though hard to

I know, that my future hasn't come.