Amber-Writes
I'm always lonely in this room all the time.
I'm pretty much locked in.
All I can do is cry,
And Sing,
And work.
And work.
My parent broke the number one rule:
You can't have any more than one child.
And they broke it quick.
Me and my brother are only a year apart.
But now, my brother gets to play with his friends, while I'm locked in a room 5 days a week
For just being born.
And, if I go out,
I can't say I'm apart of my family.
Because the punishment for breaking the rules?
...
Death.