I grow up feeling lonely
Like a raindrop being apart from one another
Being taught that support is non existence
And I have to survive on my own
Having me
To be as hard as a concrete
Without steel support
And by right I should collapse
But by left I am still standing
Just not as tall as a building
As tight days go by
Cracks form within me
No matter how much cement, water
As though activities
Filled in my life
the cracks within is still not repair
Nothing fix my cracks
So I volunteer
To prevent the crack form of other kids
Hoping that others can live a better life
And that’s me
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