I was born into a world of poverty at that time I was just an innocent baby I knew not of the world nor how to live in it how did I survive, I wonder who was it I was under? Was it my mother? Was it my father? No, surely not they never cared! But who was it that dared? Who took care of me instead of letting me be who could care enough to make me tough I wonder, was it my family No, they all hated me so who was it that didn't quit and who was it that protected me while I was being hit I think I know God was who it was that did not go he never left my side without him, I surely would've died. Now that I think back I still wonder what I lack I went through so much now I can't be touched my feelings were taken away and I had nothing to say my life has been so blank all my feelings have been sank I think they died long ago and they were never to be so this is the price I paid to have my memories fade, to be able to go on, to see the next dawn. I am not quite grown but I am all alone I try to be better day after day "I'm pathetic" I say I now know it's no use I went through too much abuse I try too hard I sit in my yard I pray to god above and he makes me feel loved he holds my hand his love makes me understand someone cares about me, someone I cannot see.
Reason for writing:
well it's about me and I want to someday be a poet
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