I have a question for all of you to ask:

Can anyone tell me what's wrong with us?

We have lives just like humans,

Yet some harm us with their hands.

I was excited to see the colors of the globe,

Much like a child growing up with hope.

While blooming inside my mother's womb,

I nourished my desires with an illusory comb.

But I was too small to learn the fact,

Life wasn't a fairytale I had once mapped.

My dreams shattered just like glass,

When cruel reality at last welcomed us.

All of you must be thinking "Who are we?"

I'm a kitten with siblings three, you see.

Our mother birthed us, enduring the pain,

Just to witness our tragic end in vain.

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