So hard to find for a place to fit in.
by Ana Rose Trazo
The world's so wide, I'm too little to be seen.
I've been walking from place to place
But I still can't find my space.
The narrow path I'm walking through
Where this would lead me, don't have any clue.
I'm living in a valley they called Vanity
With no other companion but Insanity.
It's a lonesome journey I'm taking.
It always made me feels like grieving.
The only way for me to find relief
Is to share this doleful story to my deaf self.
Shrouded with madness, this world may be
But I'm hopeful that I'll be able to see
The place where the sun shines infinitely
And where I can be seen, be heard, and be free.