Being okay was always good,
Reliving a broken childhood.
No one asked that 7-year-old,
Never thought of cajole.
All day alone again,
Back to family nothing to bemoan and attain.
Growing up alone will teach,
How not to beseech.
Hiding everything inside and compete,
Kept all feelings discreet.
Dealing happiness or sadness in tad,
Gave way to a stronger lad.
I, Me, myself was all in head,
Not thinking of situations ahead.
Self-respect or love was more,
Nothing was that much to adore.
Pushing people away from myself,
Only depending for love upon self.
Heartless, egoistic were the titles given,
But who cared anyways there was an accession.
Why to involve or be with someone,
Who always put you in an accusation.
You have your way to live the situation,
Don't think about all the deprivation.