This Is My Story

Let us be honest if we would,
No one cares about who we are.
It may begin as if they do,
But in truth, no one really cares.

The hut was thatched and made of wood,
When I was born, they saw a star.
They said a giant had come through;
Sadly this brought mother to tears.

Fast forward, I was of no good.
Mother did dream of this same scar,
She sought for help from those she knew,
They shut their doors as did their ears.

Let us be honest if we would
No one cares about who we are
It may begin as if they do,
But in truth, no one really cares.

Leonell