Born into a world insane
My infant wail went unheard
In the chaos that was
The death of she
Who brought me.

Bred in turmoil for years sixteen,
My childish tantrums were no match
For my mother’s husband’s
Fits of passion
Fuelled by liquor.

Why me?
What have I to live for
In this mad
Bad place that humans
Call earth?

Why me?
Why only me…
Beaten black and blue
By life’s harsh realities
And tormentors alike
For what… I pretend not to ken

Why me?
Why only me did He pick?
And let in the streets
Just rags to pick?
Day in and day out…

I know not what to think
With hunger foremost in my mind
Mindless of the scorching heat
Eating through my unclothed feet
I grab pieces others didn’t think fit.

Why me?
Why only me…
Who knows but two things in life
Taught by hard lessons galore
One… To pick rags
Two… To weep in silence

Why me?
Why do I exist in this unreal world?
Inspite of sorrows all…
Do I hope for something?
Do I see a silver lining?

Please… Oh please…
Someone… Anyone… Tell me quick…
Is there a place for me
In this mad
Bad world…

A place only I can fill
A place only I can feel
A place where there is love
A place where I can love
And be loved.