I could write some more namesBut I can hardly force my fingers to move through the painsI could write about my burning shameBut no one would hear, no one listens  I wonder why they hate meI wonder if I did make myselfI am small so what?I did not create me. They laugh at meMaking the world spin in embarrassmentThey hit me at every chanceThe pain in my heart is worse  I try to tell mumBut she is busy with workDad doesn’t come till nightI am alone with my pains  I only want to be left aloneIs that too much to ask forI see there is to be no peace in the worldI would find it some place else.  I could write some more namesBut I can hardly force my fingers to move through the painsI could write about my burning shameBut no one would hear, no one listens  I wonder why they hate meI wonder if I did make myselfI am fat and so whatMy pictures the subject of their cruel jokes  I never asked for thisJust a lil bit of loveI starve to keep in shapeCan’t they see my efforts?  My pain have become their sportThey take bets to see who can hurt me the mostMy tears their trophySadness my forced companion. I only want to be left aloneIs that too much to ask forI see there is to be no peace in the worldI would find it some place else. Written by Newton Samson @Newton_samson Kindly subscribe to this blog via mail for easy sharing. Thanks for your cooperation and understanding.