Color of my hairs

Color of my eyes

Color of my skin

In their eyes, all in me is uggly and no merit their lifes

However, my family find this color resplendent

But i don't care of opinion of my family

So why opinion oh their poor débilitated is so important to me ?

Alone, for school

Alone, for eat

Alone, forever

Alone, it's description of me,

You telle me to speak me but I can't

Because, i'ts more most

And speak to my family, hurt she.

Dead, in my soul

Dead, in my heart

Dead, by my hand

Because of this poor debilated !