Every time I wake up in the morning
I wish I hadn't woken up again
The pain from yesterday
I feel it again today
In my eyes, you're my everything
In your eyes, I'm just nothing
I feel like to be born is a sin
Seems like my appearance to you is a poisonous gin
The love that I craved for since then
You cannot give it to me - 'til when?
Oh, how unlucky I am as a child
In this world full of why's, how can I survive?
Every morning we see each other
I say, "Good morning, mother, father"
One of you looks at me for a while
One of you will never look at me and smile
I have so many things running in my mind
Looking at the mirror and breathe to sigh
You look at me and yell in my face
Call me useless and a disgrace
I run away from home but I'll come back
I promise to bring you a beautiful gift in a big sack
So that you can finally smile at me and love me
And the thoughts running in my head will finally be free
I run back at home, run to you with a smile
"Mom, Dad, look," I say as I hold up thousands of medals
You frown and ask, "Is that all you can do?"
"Your sister and brother can still do better than you."
I'm at my room, sits on the bed, and sighs with tears
They had never loved me of all these years
I have no one, I only have myself
Only I can hear my cries while they pretend to be deaf.
BINABASA MO ANG
Drafts of the Soul
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