Your past

You were not like that,
But people made you solemn.
You were laughing, crying for them
But they thought you're lame
You tried to tell them
Still it was all same
You thought you succeeded
But it left you with a shame
It's nothing to worry about
Everything is now end
But this brings you more sorrow
Isn't it? My friend
You couldn't born with glory
And that's a disgrace
But let's have a better death
With smiling, happy face