Tell me of a time when I was loved unconditionally…
Well that’s slightly impossible cuz no one’s ever cherished me.
I know I’m only a child, at the tender age of ten
But I live in an orphanage and have never been adopted.
My parents didn’t die in a tragic accident or were unable to care for me,
They decided that I was not what they wanted and of their love, I was unworthy.
They sent me to this hell hole, where they thought I’d be accepted
But being here has only made me feel tormented.
All the other little girls hate me with a passion
They tell me I’m not pretty enough and have no sense of fashion.
All the teachers here feel completely different.
They say I have a gift, unlike others. They call it magnificent.
I don’t do anything special, I just go about my day.
I always follow the rules and listen to what the adults have to say.
All the nuns here at the orphanage wonder why I’m still around
Because all the parents who have viewed me said that they would only b proud…
To have such an adorable little girl who was as obedient as could be.
She barely ever asks for much and she rarely makes a peep.
But the nuns don’t know that with the parents I always beg and plead
To leave me at the orphanage and find another child to fit their needs.
One may wonder why I do such a thing, but it’s really very clear…
Since my parents didn’t want me or love me, I will forever live with that fear,
That again I will be with people who don’t love me for the way I am
And will abandon me like once before and will be crushed and never be able to feel love again.
Well that’s slightly impossible cuz no one’s ever cherished me.
I know I’m only a child, at the tender age of ten
But I live in an orphanage and have never been adopted.
My parents didn’t die in a tragic accident or were unable to care for me,
They decided that I was not what they wanted and of their love, I was unworthy.
They sent me to this hell hole, where they thought I’d be accepted
But being here has only made me feel tormented.
All the other little girls hate me with a passion
They tell me I’m not pretty enough and have no sense of fashion.
All the teachers here feel completely different.
They say I have a gift, unlike others. They call it magnificent.
I don’t do anything special, I just go about my day.
I always follow the rules and listen to what the adults have to say.
All the nuns here at the orphanage wonder why I’m still around
Because all the parents who have viewed me said that they would only b proud…
To have such an adorable little girl who was as obedient as could be.
She barely ever asks for much and she rarely makes a peep.
But the nuns don’t know that with the parents I always beg and plead
To leave me at the orphanage and find another child to fit their needs.
One may wonder why I do such a thing, but it’s really very clear…
Since my parents didn’t want me or love me, I will forever live with that fear,
That again I will be with people who don’t love me for the way I am
And will abandon me like once before and will be crushed and never be able to feel love again.
idk... i wrote this last summer at some point in under 10 minutes. it's OBVIOUSLY rough cuz as the title states: "i'm nowhere close to a poet". i'm not sure what the poem's supposed to mean. just take it as it is.