The Fairness of life

Why is life so fair?
All my mistakes, all my wrong-doings;
Will they always be there?
Like the painted face of a clown...
Will my past be all that people see in me?
Where can I run to? It's impossible to hide.
I guess all I can do is accept this as my life.

Damn all of you honest people!
Could you not just lie and let me be?
"You've came a long way, you're doing so well."
If this is so, then why is it now I'm going through Hell.

I've seen many worlds, each has it's own level of gravity.
They each have their own way of holding me down.
I wish that I could rise above and swim through the stars,
But this so fair of a life has kept me from straying too far.