Perfectly reminiscing the moment I'm crying,

Whispering to death for my life's ending.

Desiring to live but never really living,

Allowing nothing to fill my everything.

Sinking to my overwhelming feeling,

Pitying myself for being denied.

Frustrated by not seeing,

The truth that everyone lied.

By offering an artificial patently love,

I was thrown in a song of fabrication.

To a family I just want to belong,

But I'm a fruit of a horny decision.

I'm a distorted piece of puzzle,

A fragment meant not to belong.

Offspring of two married couple,

My existence proved to be wrong.

Seeking for affection I never felt,

Longing for a parent's warm embrace.

Nothing came, only dismay,

For being a flower of mistake.