I struggled a lot in my past,
I thought it would be my last.
I came through horrible thrillings,
But god didn't like my willings.
My life was totally sour,
I was dying every hour.
I struggled a lot to the core,
Like a lion hunting with roar.
Author's note
There is a lot of mistakes in this poem as I wrote this when I was 10 years old. So back then , I didn't know that much. This was my first or second poem I guess.But I still published it as it's very special for me.
