The Wannabe...

This is the day when she was born
Welcomed in the arms of the world
Caressed in the arms of the mother
Being kissed on the forehead by father

This is the day when she aged year by year
The day when that baby turned into a lady
The day she experienced happiness
For her family was always with her

As years walked by with her
Things have changed around her
When she's young, their in poverty
But now, she's living a life of nobility

And yet this girl wants something
Far beyond things or riches
She wants to claim "that" back
She want to have her parents' heart

Misunderstanding began to pour on her
For she can't say what she feels to them
Many sufferings, she experienced alone
Will she gonna last? For how long?

Confusion to herself starts to consume her
But still she continues to walk on
Trying to seal her own emptiness
Thanks to her set of friends

But still this girl still feels cold
Inside her heart she began to crumble
The warmth she feels slowly disappears
She's still trying to fight those tears

Fears, inside her are slowly coming out
Tears on her heart, that nobody can't stop
But the family she longs for
That's the only way she can be cured

Alas! No one went out to her
Not even the father she adored
Nor the mother she longed for
Slowly, she, was sinking down

Down... down she goes
Slipping slowly to darkness
Torturing her heart in pain
Yet this girl, she keeps on fighting

She thinks how long this will last
Again, sadness claims her heart
And even though she fights
For how long will this battle last, she ask

Suddenly this girl got tired
She got very depressed
She misses her family
And yet they're not with her

When the day she was born came
Many greetings came from friends
She waited 'til afternoon
But no family ever greeted her

She went home silently
But she faced her mates happily
And when she approached her room
She locked it and hung herself to death

This is the day when she was born
And yet this is the day when she died
If they're just being next to her
All of this wouldn't have happened to her...

I made this poem as an advance gift for myself on my birthday (It's Dec. 6). Happy Birthday mE
(Grammars? Sorry, my bad ~.~) Hey, I'm trying my best here!