Why am I placed
In a house where I’m not suited to be?
I was chosen for my worth they said
But what value is my worth exactly?
My brain couldn’t figure a no brain equation
My lips couldn’t utter a single grammar perfection
My grades are lower than those of a chopped down tree
My looks are below the average of the hunchback from Disney
Tell me, what is it that makes my label a real specialty?
I am no saint either
Despite the name of my respected religious belief
Has been a symbol for my blood to take its shape
No matter if the colour has been tainted by a thief
The number of my prayers are close to none
My practices either have never been done
Why can’t I force to shape my soul to his liking
Why is it my true colour is what has been grieving
To end the white and just let the darkness keep beating?
My family is a puzzle no?
People see it as a completed puzzle in a frame
It’s hung proudly for the audience to highly admire
Despite the secrets that comes with it that buries me with shame
Why doesn’t dad stop the lies and acts a bit tougher
Why does my mother has to be the one to suffer
My brother is always the proud trophy standing tall
Leaving me in his shadows, where my steps are about to fall
Further away, leaving my body to be under and crawl
I’m no doll from the magazine
I fail everyone’s expectations of me
I’m no perfect figurine that should be admired
I’m just second hand me downs given for free
The value of my own fabric was never fair
Placed under for people to sit on the high chair
I’m no beauty and my brains don’t even compare
To those being fought over to be owned proudly
My rags are just for me to despair.