I am an abandoned child,
Becomes a delinquent juvenile.
Living in a filthy aisle,
Striving hard to survive.

I wake up every morning,
Realizing how life is tormenting,
People's gaze are shaming,
Showing that I am disgusting.

At times, I feel like dying,
To finally end my suffering,
That I shouldn't be feeling,
If there's someone guiding.

Mom, I wish you just killed me,
When I was still in your belly,
Instead of abandoning me,
In a...