the complain

many have talked;
and many are talking;
many have despised;
surely many are still despising;
how cruel is to kill for pleasure;
how evil is to assasinate for fun;

i wanted to live, yes i did;
i wanted to be the best;
i said i can amongst the rest;
but the war of hatred excused my plans;

everyone has seen my goals;
anyone can tell you that he is alive;
my dreams to reach where no one can reach are squashed;
my last hope has deserted my heart;
my well crafted desire has failed

i was hated by the lost rib of my body;
i found it in the mist of dry spirits;
i found the mysterious way to fly;
i dont know what to do?
pls help me