Unappreciated Gift Poem by Sinashta, Sidra

May I ask somthing?
Something I wanted to ask long ago.
Will I keep burning,
For the warmth of another's heart glow?

Or will I become dust,
Before I get to get what I've missed?
If earning others' trust,
Will give my pride thick and strong fist,

Then, what about my little heart?
How should it handle a tear?
If it started to fall apart,
How could it handle to bear?

Oh poor little one, you've suffered and cried a lot,
You've slaughtered and graved your own feeling,
And you thought you would be appreciated, but;
Now, you're standing there alone and bleeding.