They do not care about me
Or the fact that I am their only child
Born out of their hallowed union;
I cry! For they never have my time.

When I am at home, it is my nanny
That cares for my every need.
Do you they really care about me?
Or is my birth a mistake and a burden?

Wonderland do I wish to go
Where the balls always roll,
But stay at home is all I ever hear,
And my shadow as my only friend.

Do I have to raise my voice high?
Do I have to become uncaring?
Do I have to rebel and commit suicide,
Before they can truly see me?

©Okunola Peace.