The Loser's Creed

I've been ruined 

Spoilt and damaged 

Hurt by many 

Young and old 

The ends is tragic 

Insecurity abound 

I feel very abstract 

I'm used to it 

The rejection and repel 

I'm scared of second chances 

It might be a trap 

I'm scared of good news 

Feels of a practical joke 

I doubt compliments 

I read it's sarcasm 

Even if it's not 

I'm ruined like that 

I see gray skies on sunny days 

Joys feel like pain 

Clinging to it familiarity 

Combined services of rejection 

Eyes closed, heart cleared 

No expectations 

No disappointments 

Condolences to hope 

Even enemies wish me well 

Scared when I see open doors 

Loosed so much 

I don't even know when I'm winning 

Colour blind to flying colours 

Cold chills from the winds of change 

Will this ever change? 

I don't have such hopes  

  

-The Vyrus