Promise

I have bad blood;
They hate me.
Perhaps I'm a fool;
I love everyone and my worst enemies too.

Maybe I'm a blind;
Always I fall into the troubles,
For real, I'm educated,
But I can't read my name on the winners' lists.

Sometimes I cry-
And suffer from this cruel world,
But when it comes to think,
I decide to calm down and try to smile again.

I do have a secret;
The only one makes me feel better-
In this bitter life;
It brings back hope when I'm tired and lost.

I have a word from God,
A promise I depend on;
These all will end.
And no losers or winners will be there in new life.