That four letter word

I was christened to start with an ‘F’

And stars dictated most of the rest

It looked like I was nothing definite

For I was an expression that had connotations infinite

An angry man, a disgruntled woman, a defeated player or an exasperated trier

I was a word that everybody always required

But why was there a negative sense wherever I belonged,

For I was attributed to whenever something went wrong.

That disconcerts me for why am I put to misuse,

When all you hypocrites think and talk of me in profuse,

For is it my fault if you succumb to me?

Am I, the word, not a result of your doing?

Then why is it that your acts stand away from me eschewing?

But a day shall come

When the world will not hesitate as much to speak what they do,

When I will not stand up for all misgivings to be expressed through,

Probably then I may not have the status to enjoy,

But atleast I will not be a symbol to express annoy.

Oh! I forgot to introduce myself to you

Hello, my friends call me “Fate”, how do you do!