Since I was a tiny shell,
My parents told me that I shouldn’t play with anyone,
We should be far from anybody,
Like separating the earth and the moon.
Whenever I see other people,
They seems to be running as far as they could,
As if they have seen a ghost,
I hate this feeling of loneliness.
I was long for a life of other people,
From my sight, there I saw,
Children laughing, giggling here and there on the playground,
Playing with their friends on the sea-saw.
I long waited for that moment to come,
Oh! Why God? Why are You torturing me like this?
Why do other kids don’t want to play with me?
Am I a total stranger to them?
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