I was born with an ornament —
you say I am smart enough
to make someone understand.
It seems like a present,
but it’s a sin.
Nobody was with me
to see my tears.
Soon the pillow carried
all the pain and screaming.
Yet it’s still too hard
to say I am weak —
an ornament you believe
is strong and smart enough
to understand everything.
Nobody ever hugged me
or asked,
“Say your problems,
I am with you.”
Dec 3, 2025
Dec 3, 2025 at 4:52 AM UTC
I was born with an ornament —
you say I am smart enough
to make someone understand.
It seems like a present,
but it’s a sin.
Nobody was with me
to see my tears.
Soon the pillow carried
all the pain and screaming.
Yet it’s still too hard
to say I am weak —
an ornament you believe
is strong and smart enough
to understand everything.
Nobody ever hugged me
or asked,
“Say your problems,
I am with you.”
