No Alteration, timid was a work shy,
Why should the bush torture me?
Turbulent mess me, no posterity,
Absolutely, shame gap.
I’m forlorn, six and seven
I comprehend the gap left,
How manipulation goes around,
The disgrace upset tremble,
I was dreadful life was,
I wail with sardonic and despair
Irony dismay me,
Eyes haul no indicator,
I’m irked and extremely daunted by the world,
No credible innovation,
Elusive life has irritated me,
I tore down the stairs with frustration,
And forgo to be in the world.
The vital wars have harassed me,
I heed no prospective in life
Since I’m in dark world,
It’s hard to know where to be,
Hence where to settle,
Where to survive and,
Where to learn extraordinary
Usually, no effective progress
No crucial opportunities,
Legs and hands often rest on more,
Vulnerability seen to be my focus point,
No hobby nor leisure time,
My refugee status peep awkward,
It is a psychological stigma and trauma.