ASKING WHY

I wanted to ask; why is it so?
All my efforts give me a blow
With all my might I rise
But enemies are always in disguise
I wait for fate to be on my side
all my hopes washed up as in a tide
was I not right to keep up my hope
my aims n dreams just make me a dope
the events rendered me as a failure
no one realized how much I tried
people are bewitched by whatever one says
they pay no heed as to why I bewail
Is this going to be the way, all my life?