I could remember when I was little,
I would run away from people,
Feeling neglected and pushed aside,
Pretending to be strong, but deep down, I cried.

I got bullied and made fun of,
Insulted and mocked,
I felt I wasn't enough,
I ran away and locked myself up.

I had always wondered why things got difficult for me,
Was it because of my low mentality?
Did I do something wrong that people hated to see?
Was I just a lonely girl who was broken into pieces?...