When hopes start to disappoint you

Dejection drains the power out of you

Motivation dies deep inside the soul

When criticism shows up to console

Writing doesn't relax the soul but suffocates it even more,

When reality gets entrapped inside without any escape door

Infuriating insecurities strangle the freedom of air

Modification of the truth lures you into a deadly snare

Endless quarrels hovering over the entire time,

Deject the spirit, crushing it down to pathetic design

Miseries of life are not willingly bought at auctions

And happiness of soul is never available for adoptions