Being the player who played against fate

Whenever i sit and look around,

This "feeling of belonging" is never found

I watch in silence, abandoned and forlorn,

I search for the place, people call home

I pledge to oversee,

I Try hard to be a different me

I breathe, i eat,i stay pure without sin,

I stay alive as death seems to be within

I m hurt, and i express, i m filled with choice,

I sigh, i cry, i die, and rejoice

The past has been burnt, and turned into flame,

Rekindling fumes rise up, and make life the same

If this O fate, is the game You call life,

You've called for check mate... i struggle to survive...