Just four letters
Draw a line on the paper of life

It can be erased
But the crease remains

They mould us in their way
And we remain to be a stone
Which can be broken but not mended

Their game is strong
It could be won or lost
But not cheated

You call it LOVE
I call it HATE

-K

When you end up becoming pessimistic due to those little things that weigh a lot on your life