I’m in my room, alone.
I’m thinking deep, I’m confused, I’m lost,
and nowhere to be found.
I’m thinking if I really have friends,
I’m thinking if I really have family,
or am I one the children that originates from a mythical land …
I’m wondering if I was really born
or dropped off by a plane,
like our parents used to say to us
when we asked where babies came from.
I’m wondering if I was ever a baby
or if I was just manufactured and programmed this size
I’m all alone.
Everyone has left me, I am confused,
I’m wondering if the ones who are still with me
are real or just pretenders.
I’m all alone