Why must I be a child whom scars can’t be hidden?
Whose parents love is forbidden
Whose heart breaks day by day
Cause people don’t like my foul play
I’m broken with no way to heal
It’s hard to conceal
Fact or fiction
My life is a prediction
The sadness is never ending
People are always offending
This is my life
Should I go and get a knife
This isn’t what I wanted
I feel as if I’m being daunted
I want to go to a place of happiness
I don’t want to be exposed to nastiness
I’m rapidity exposed to abandonment
I wish god gave me an amulet
Time goes by and nothing changes
Back and forth there are illegal exchanges
Drugs here drugs there
Nothing can compare
To the pain of the air around me
I can’t believe I’m so gusty
This is the last of the never ending life of pain
I will now regain strength and love
The problem and solution of thereof