Broken Fate

 Why is it my Fault?
I didn’t mean to do it
My life lead up to this
I’m trying to escape the reality my being
But I can’t
I wasn’t born this way
I was made this way
Everything I have witnessed slowly molded my character
I have flaws yet there increased by how you treat them
I have Great qualities by they are torn down by how little they are appreciated
They have taken everything from me and made yours
Deformed the image of my future into the distortion of your past
Now I my life depends on instinctual habits in which I have no control over
You could predict my future threw the event of my past
When will we be ones to break from the change of our destiny