Unwanted Child

I didn’t ask for this
But why you’re blaming me.
I didn’t tell you to do this
Then now, you want to kill me.


You don’t want me to be here
Then why you make me?
Why you did a mistake
When at the end you’ll suffer
And blame me?


It’s not my mistake
All the blame is in you
Then now, you put all the blame in me.
Is this the life of being an unwanted child?

by Joecel Joy Jayme

Comments (1)

It's rather surprising some of these children when allowed to live become the most prominent in the family.... I wish many will read your poem. God bless you