I have,

Nowhere to feel alive

Nowhere to be free

Nowhere to cry and

Nowhere to hide.

I am,

Broken inside

Burdened all the time

Puzzled outside

Pitied only until nine.

I cannot,

Do anything right

Until supervised

Someone always have to tell me

How to improvise.

I listen,

To false blames

Imposed on me

To fake claims

Made up by thee.

I hate,

The kind-caring façade people put on

For their benefit and name of course

And if you blink your eyes

Even for once, it's all long gone.

All in all, I'm fine.