by Psychosis

Created on: August 04, 2011

The anticipation,

of meeting mom and dad.

I will make them happy,

the perfect child.

A gift from God,

the possibilities limitless.

But where is the singing?

Love's soft touch.

Unfriendly voices,

sadness abound.

A strange feeling,

resentment, it cannot be.

Hatred and guilt,

my suspicion confirmed.

It's not meant to be.

i will never see my mother's smile,

or my father's warm embrace.

I will never have dreams,

or a first kiss.

I am, just one of the many,

unwanted children.

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