Where are you, Miracles? <br />I’m reaching out for you. <br />Mama says you’d be there for me if I listened to her. <br />But it’s been raining ever since the stars left the sky, <br />It’s been sad news since facts became illusions. <br /> <br />Papa loves me. <br />He taught me about the beautiful world. <br />He let me read Oscar Wilde and told me about Paris and Neverland. <br />But nobody told me about the aches I could get myself into, <br />Nobody warned me about the many sorrows and lack of smiles to reassure. <br /> <br />Prime news makes me awfully sad. <br />My brother says ‘the planet doesn’t move on its right orbit anymore.’ <br />My uncle says ‘the world is sick and needs to be medicated.' <br />They tell me everything a girl could possibly know. <br />But they forget to think that a freak like me would rather not know about <br />the sufferings and the endless pains. <br />A freak like me crawls under her little shelter when the storm attacks. <br />A freak like me cries like a baby when they say bye-byes.<br /><br />Lara W.A<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-freak-like-me/
