By Rani Chaursia
If they don't see me as their own daughter,
Why didn't they abandon me in water?
I don't know why they hate me so much,
And I don't want them to hurt me again and touch.
They imprison me in a place they call home,
Why don't they understand that this girl wants to roam?
They don't even let me go out with my friends
They only want to keep me in their own land.
I love my pillow, which wipes away and holds my tears
I love my wall,I whisper to it, and silently it hears.
I have to hide the scars they have given me ,
Cuz I can't compromise with the future me