My Orphanage

<br>I have been held in this orphanage for longer than my years. <br>I am made to eat this horrid porridge. <br>They box me on the ears. <br>How often I vow to flee, to go. <br>But this is the only home I know. <br>My stammered speech, my one suitcase, <br>My Orphanage, My hateful place. <br>Like that case, this place I carry <br>Inside of me. <br>It`s not so very heavy for a stocky child. <br><br>They said my mama`s loose. <br>They said she was wild. <br>Though I never knew or saw that woman sent with me this fatal flaw. <br>My strange and puffy moon-like face, <br>My Orphanage, <br>My hateful place. <br>My stringy hair, my lack of grace, <br>My Orphanage, <br>My hateful place. <br><br>I could have been lucky like them <br>Happy families <br>Look in my <br>Dark, rotted heardened heart and you will see: <br><br>The downcast glance, the empty embrace <br>Of my orphanage, <br>My hateful place. <br><br>I`m an evil thing. <br>I am way full of something <br>That was left by the side of the road. <br>I am chipped, curly-lipped. <br>Never any kindness was shown. <br><br>No one else is here, <br>My Orphanage, My Dear. <br><br>It`s in me. It`s a part. <br>My Orphanage, My Heart.