creator

For giving life I thank to my creator

But I come to know he is a predator

When I am the prey

I have nothing to say

Except counting my days

Trapped by the relation

I got my clarification

No time for justification

I have no right, to say

He is a hypocrite

Left with no option, Thinking

The purpose of my creation

who am i

A man with no vision full of confusion

A man with no mind, never been kind

Bit of emotion, lack of creation

Kind of ape without any hope

No interests, little bit contrast

Grown up by fear totally insecure

Always cool sometimes being fool

No ability lack of stability

Piece of junk always drunk

Nothing to win, 30 yrs old sin

Aims to live out of no value

Little bit shy and I always lie