Who Am I?
asking myself, I sit in a corner…drooling my head, swinging like a balance
good for nothing I am…with empty hands I am..
nothing to do and nothing to loose..
no one believes for what I do…
I keep moving..performing my duties…with my soul.. thrusting my moves..
No one adores..no one loves me…am a waste with no place to be in…
Tears though come.. I make them dry…soul within creeps n’ cry..
My life is to walk n’ meant for others…
Nothing to look for n’ ever to whisper..
Pain though I may have..never to share
God…am happy with what you made me i am”