Hope

I'm out of hope,

my tears are soaked.

"You will always get hate",

that's what 'others' said.

I have a luck all bad,

making everyone sad.

My goals are diminished,

So, I'm weeping instead.

My eyes are dry now,

and nothing in mi vida is wow.

And I know why it all happened,

the reason which made my life hardened.

Later I was told,

by a person much 'old'.

His sayings were gold,

which made me bold.

Mob sayings was the cause,

after I took a pause,

analysed everything,

got one meaning.

Ne'er ever I'll hear what others say,

Ne'er ever I'll think about, what others say.

Just only remember what father say,

Just only remember what mother say.

This lifted me up from the mess,

and now I'm trying, just to be the best.