It's painful to think
That no one is proud of me
Especially there is a part
A part of me where no one claps for
It's like performing on stage
But no one is watching
Like their hatred on me
By throwing their ugly words
'I hate you'
'You are a shame to us'
It's like being disowned
Thrown away in the trash
I hope one day
Someone would accept me
Being proud from the smallest achievements
Someone who claps for a part of me
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POEMS II
Poetry2nd book of poems written by me. All of my poem are written by my past years of writing,
