Poem fourteen

A silent cry of a child

My speech was abnormal

My eyes was unneeded

My presence to quiet

To the point of disappearing

I was a ghost wandering

Learning to be human

But I could never be one

I was to gone

I was born

unhuman

unneeded

unheard

Crying at night

I needed a presence of a mother but

How could I have that if I was crying silently

Now I could hide it

My persona I have achieved

Love

Friendship

Respect

Wanted

But not for me

But for my great act

The act is getting rotten every hour

I couldn’t handle the smell

I want to be me

But I was

Abnormal

Mistake

Wrong

Nothing I do will change

I will be the child who cries at night

Alone

Unheard

Unnoticeable

Unneeded

But I will be silent