Oh, my sweet child.
Time passed,
When you are growing up too fast.
People always say

You are a talented child.
You are emotionally mature.
You are wonderful,
quiet child.

But who knows?
Deep down what you have been craving
For your whole life?

Am I good enough, Mother?
Am I good enough, Father?
Am I good enough, Grandpa?
Am I good enough, Grandma?

Why have you left me here?
Scared and fragile?
Like a helpless stray dog during the storm.
Neglected and broken?
Like a hatchling that broke its wings.

Am I unwanted, Mother?
Am I unwanted, Father?
Am I unwanted, Grandpa?
Am I unwanted, Grandma?

Why don’t you love me?
Why don’t you love me?
Why don’t you love me?
Why don’t you love me?

Why don’t you care for me?
Why don’t you care for me?
Why don’t you care for me?
Why don’t you care for me?

Why did you leave me?

Faced with the cruelness
of the neighbors?
Faced with the harsh words,
Guilty and shame?

Why did you let them treat me like that?
Like an unwanted child.
Like a burden of this
Whole world.

Independence from your distance.
Is it a gift or a curse?
Am I a gift or a burden?

I am a neglected child.