The day that I'm born
There are people who are mourn
They don't want me to adorn
So my father left me and my heart felt so much of torn
For just a 5 year old boy
I should be playing with so much of toys
But not, I walk everywhere to beg, to become alive
As I think it's the way to survive
Until I saw a woman
Which they call a nun
She ask me what's my name
I just said to her I'm lame
She laugh, but that was the people called me
Because of my weak body.
I hope there's a place
Where I can show my face
On the poem I made above it tells how wattpad helps me to express my self even though I'm a shytype person for those people I don't know yet, until there are friends I've met to support and love me :))))) . Maybe there are people who can relate to me. Ok, that's all thank you for viewing and reading this pls. follow me or vote :))) thank you.
