STIGMA

                                                                      STIGMA

                                                         
                                                             I am not somebody’s 

Noboy’s pride 

Everybody’s nightmare

Nobody’s luck

I don’t know where I belong

There is no one to run

‘Cause they said that I suck

Searching for something

I can’t even hold

Waiting for someone

Not sure if someone exist

On the third day of March

Accidentally, I tumble

 and left a bad scratch

 on everybody’s soul

I broke fifty hearts

I won’t argue I did

Then, I realized something

The good part of my stigma is

  seeing true colors

  under difficult views