The Fallen One

Rarely he would have time for himself,
Just to catch up with his worldly interest,
The kind of interest which he had to let go before,
Due to lack of support by his dear parents.
They don't understand him.
In fact,nobody does.
They don't even bother to care.
He's not hard to please,
Because his time was not allocated for that.
People took him for granted,
They took his time,
And no privacy was given.
Happiness is what he seeks,
But yet all he sees now,
Is a world full of darkness,
Which he understood,
As he too,
Is like a fallen angel,
Who dwells in the depth of despair,
That bears the scars of sorrow,
Left there to survive,
Without proper care.
All he ever know is who to serve,
And who to please.
Happiness is not for him.
It never will...
Right?