i looked back when i was young,i saw how my life now was.
there i was,
full of anger, ire and regrets.
they never let me grow old,
because they always thought
that i am a kid.
now, i am a grown man.
still that past haunts me like
they're here to stay at my
own present.
i still see myself
as a boy who's no good
because i can't.
they never see who i am,
my deep seethed hatred,
anger, regrets and sorrow,
now i know its beginning.
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