Me
I came to this world empty-handed,
But then filled with love and care.
I came to the world as a fragile doll,
But then grew up with strength and bravery.
I came to the world as innocent as the air we breathe,
But as I grow, like air, I get intoxicated then cleaned.
I came to this world to be somebody,
But that somebody is just me.
This poem is about:
Our world