There is nothing good will ever come out of my mouth,
Only deep numbing frustration like compacted powder of emotion,
There is no patience and solace except the happy finger anxiety,
And the words to let out are like knives and blades coated with poison,
What is kindness when they are the ones being punished?
What is patience when the world is filled with ignorants?
What is fairness when they are the ones being abused?
What is a family when they are bringing the home down?
Yet, I can never understand the main question,
Why am I still fighting to move forward?