People like me

People like me are the perfect prey

For reality

For bad taste

For job

For bad luck

For fate

For spiritual desease

People like me are prey for capitalism

Love is a luxury, people like me never had the chance to get

But we are untitled to feel, nobody can feel the intense feelings we, people, have

Paradise might be on heaven, but feelings are inside us,

For good or worse, that's all that is left