Life isn't fair

I live, only to be shackled.
In this life, I've been nothing but tackled.
The ultimate betrayal from one most trusted.
Makes me hate, most days, to be touched and lusted.
But that has been only the beginning
Of this tale I tell of seemingly never winning.
I was moved about never in one place for too long
Until I was adopted by people seeming loving, but looks are often wrong.
I grew up too fast for my own good.
And I grew into a woman who wasn't quite completely understood.
Then along came a man who seemed pleasant enough.
Until one day, his face was cold and tough.
I couldn't understand what I did wrong
To deserve such treatment, abuse, and his sharp tongue.
I left the only place I'd come to know and reside
To attempt to start a new life. I was running for my life.
The divorce process settled after almost a year.
My life was shattered and I still shed many a tear.

In this life, I still wear my shackles.
And in this life, I feel doomed to take all the tackles.