The daily battle for her to belong,
Unusual daughter of mine so depressed,
Unhappy little girl it all goes wrong,
Too stressed and cold hearted to be obsessed.
Her only savior is the very late nights,
When sorrows come to light, when tears come out
It is because she is doe with the fight,
Behold how tired she is of being worn out.
How lonely life is when you’re left behind,
She truly lacks important self-control,
It must be hard when everyone is too blind,
To see the pain with in your tired soul.
But all will be all right with in her mind,
Soon people will always accept her kind.