Why me? Of the children why me?
You made my life as if it were to be made a joke.
Children teased me,
Teens called me names,
Adults try to hard to sheld me.
I am unhappy, I am run down,
My mind is made up of unanswered prays and unspoken thoughts.
People call you a gift, I call you a lifeless curse.
You are a blank canvas that will never be filled.
Life will always fall under you, never reaching higher the ground.