Free Verse vol. 4

The day of your death
Is more important than your birth
The beginning of my existence
Was started from an accident
My birth was a curse to my parents
She was so close to getting that abortion
Because of this
I live like I don’t exist
What is the point of proving I belong
If it was not meant to be
Despite their mistake
They make the decision to have more kids
First born
Last thought
These feelings I fought through my early days
People all around me
Still I walked a lonely earth
Clouds of judgement raining doubt
On my exposed soul
If I find a way out
I will do what’s right
Not for me but for my parents
So when I die
They will say good things about who I am
And not the mistake I was

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