The Trauma

I'm not the star,

Nor the gemstone

People would adore.

My life is like a stepstone,

To get away from the trauma

My parents harbour.

It ed to me

And I inherit it freely.

My life is unlikely

People would see.

But yet, a bit of me

Happy cause this is me.

Life is something you think of,

What you think is become reality.

The reality is not something I can think of,

It takes away my sanity.

Oh Lord, have mercy upon me,

The trauma wounded me deeply.