I'm confused in a world with no claim,
Standing straight, I try to find my aim,
Breaking free from these chains I guess,
I'm just a kid grown too soon from stress.
Bound with the shackles of pains ,
Stuck homeless outside, under the rains,
Parent-less me surviving under the bridges,
The pain of being alive has built me ridges.
Born little, grown at a tender age ,
Circumstances sorround me as a stage,
Forcing me into a premature growth,
Preparing me for the ahead drought.
Life has refused to let me be a child,
The pains of death, poverty, was never mild,
I begged for a normal life, and to be loved,
I'm a young breadwinner yet I'm unloved.
Childhood days are not memories to behold,
My conscience and hopefullness I have sold,
I'm stronger than I look, I've tend to discover,
My past memories all lost, yet I can't recover.
A normal life I've tried to live,
Fate said vehement NO; I perceive,
Lost in my own jungle, I'm depressed,
Again and again I was suppressed.
I thought I've finally found help ,
He came like a wind with a huge step,
But sadly he held me against the ground,
I was too young to know what he did .
I know it was something wrong,
I Know I wasn't going to recover for so long,
But nothing could be done, I'm grown now,
I didn't pick this life yet it choosed me now
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