Not Right. Poem by Adelaide Uko Peter

Not right.
I sit by the door everyday
Saying 'i wish i was'nt born'
But then i realised that those words i should'nt say,
I would'nt go to the carferteria when their serving corn
And everyone would call me a weirdo
Because i hate hot dogs
I wish i could run away
From this world of slaves
From all the value they say the claim
They're just talking trash, talking lies
I sit by the door all day, saying
'I wish i was'nt born...in this all made up pathetic world.'