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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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