Fake poem

Fate, are unpredictable.
People are unrealiable.
Future, are unthinkable.
Life?
Never ask that cuz it different based on ourself.
Think i am a poet?
Hahaha, so funny.
I rather they think of me as joker.
Think i am pretty?
Thanks, but no thanks.
I hate appraisal.
Especially when they lied.
I never say that i am ugly.
I just be thankful being myself.
Although sometimes i regretted.
Sometimes, we hope too much.
Some get what they want.
Some just waiting to be dissapointed.
Some didn't get what they want.
But Allah is fair.
Those people got something better.
Maybe not now, but in future they will.
Should i continue??
Nah, too much thing to think.