Insulted by my family.
Abandoned by my friends.
Only the truth comes through this pen.
Discouraged by many.
Bullied by several.
My dreams have been taken by the devil.
16 years old with no where to go.
Outside sitting in the cold.
It seems as if someone has my life on hold.
Maybe 1 day I'll be rich.
But until then I'm poor.
I just wish any1 could open the good life's door.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem