-How do you feel, a bastard child?
How does it feel to be the worst?
What do you dream, my heart, about?
-I dream of feeling needed, worth.
For those who had experienced love
No matter did you good or bad
I'll tell you, thank the God for those
Who tried to give you all they had
I felt the pain
I felt it was
Not fair to be thrown
Away as trash
As if you were not needed anyway
Not wanted, empty I have felt
I do can cope with that.
I promise, never will I let
My children feel the same...
A bastard child. Myself
© Copyright: Александра Мальчева, 2020
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