undiscovered gemstone
(Twas I that woke up in the morning
Not knowing by the end of the day would I be mourning?
Bitter sweet words bombarded from left to right
But I never sent out any invite
Twas not my fault that I came irregular
Left handed, not right
Small not tall
Fat not flat
Ugly not lovely
The darkness has left a fume
Like an inescapable tomb
All I could do is surrender
And let your hateful words smear me till I become endanger
Twas I that was left alone
The pain and torture cannot be sewn
No! Wait!!
I am a gemstone
Twas my fault to came like this
In order to be distinguished amongst a white plain wall
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