How does it feels to be constantly criticised?
How does it feel to be told that you are oversized ?
Is it all my fault?
Or is it my destiny?
Is it my destiny or is it just me?
Or is it all my fault?
Is it good for me to pretend like I'm deaf?
They bring me down and I just frown.
They think amma' thing to be played with.
... and I must tell them that they are all wrong.
My mind is my sheet and I just write down sorrows.
We store em' all in folders and then they are a fixed memory.
-Iraa
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Literary Work
PoetryHere you'll read my love for poetry. All the poems are written by me.
