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