There's no hope for those,
Born in the life,
Their loneliness being
A never ending strife.

Nobody listens,
Nobody cares,
Everyone laughs,
Everyone stares.

They may not be happy,
But they are people too.
They are just lost in the dark,
And don't know what to do.

Stuck, trapped, afraid,
I know these feelings well,
You feel that with every action,
You inch closer to being in hell.

You cannot control those behind you,
You cannot fight those in front,
For everyone else is a monarch, a king,
And you, a pawn, just a grunt.

You say happiness doesn't matter,
It's not even in your reach,
And I cannot disagree,
It's not my subject to teach.

To lecture, to boss,
To answer, to support,
You have no friends here,
In the people's court.

No one answers your calls,
No one is there to talk back,
No one is able to console you,
But everyone gives you flak

Criticized, and demoralized,
Beaten and shamed,
It isn't your fault, that well...
You weren't born to play the game.