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Afraid I was,
To stand wrongly to the world's expectations.
Afraid I was.
Letting all who had hope in me down.

Hatered I felt,
When I cried so easily.
Saddness I felt,
When every single one of you left me

I thought I was alone,
No friends and no partners
Stuck in this hole of darkness,
I wonder if I'll be better than those who brought me down.

Will I be?
Will I be the one to show the world that
Kids shouldn't feel this way?
That the sun would set and never rise by day?

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