Unwanted Child Poem by Winson Lee Hong Yee

She is just
an unwanted child.
That no one dares to
Hug, kiss or to hold.
She grows up robustly
no one cares and
no one knows.
Since she is an
abandoned brat.
She cries and she will
sob.
No one notices
and no one shall.
Only walls to heed
her prayers tell.
If and only if
her tears could express
how painful she was.
Maybe she might
dwell into the water
and makes her body
starks by the stream.
That looks like
an unwanted child
slowly and quietly
Killing
Herself.