My Birth Has Only Been A Curse Poem by Cecellia King

My birth has only been a curse.
People try to listen, but then they go disen.
Life is bore, right to earths core.
I were a mask, that happens to give you a task.
When you use to speak, you made some people compleat.
You may be in a mood, but I promise not to be to rude.
You always want to pick a fight, to help some other person find the light.
It must be everyone's fate, I believe you are all fake.
You seem to have the brightest eyes, but not as bright as the beautiful skyes.
But my heart has a problem, and can only find the dark.
I love that, crazy, dazy, amazing you, may I give you a hug?
If you give me a dare, I promise to be unfair.
My birth has only been a curse, but please stay for all days.