The sweet childhood for me was just deprivation;
I lived my days within a world of imagination;
For me even basic things needed calculation;
While others enjoyed its fruit I lived in starvation.
“Why am I alone?” I don’t know how many times I asked this question.
The only way to stay alive was embracing isolation.
Every single day was just another frustration;
Without even knowing, I had befriended self-rejection.
“Love me!” I cried in desperation;
No one gave a hand during those days of devastation.
Tears never flowed in emanation;
Maybe those elixir beauties also hide in fear and humiliation.