Peter "Star" Owor. ⭐

Before I came to be,
There was another me,
Happy and full of glee,
He wore white shirts and a smile,
But he have been dead for a while.

Have you met my ghost?
He was the me they mocked the most,
He was the joy the world needed,
But the world ensure he was dead.

They tripped him to fall,
Silence was the reply of his calls,
They cursed his opinions,
He regretted being born!
He cried to his death,
His death marked my birth,
An alien to the saint you once knew,
A dark reflection of the one who loved you.

© Peter "Star" Owor