How I Feel
Being caged behind these uncertain bats,
by Moana Tuigamala
Not aware of what to do.
I look out my window and see the shining stars,
Wishing that I was one too.
Being trapped in this ugly room,
Feeling unwanted, not loved and no care.
I think to myself this is it, this is my DOOM,
But in silence I say my hopes in a gentle prayer.