Bringing Up The World

I live in this world, And I live without a soul.

Yes, I am hollow by heart–

As this is what I know from others.

They say I live in disgrace,

Yet they don't know my amount of stress.

I was broken down, not once or twice

But by this world a million times.

I always leave alone—As that is how I have grown;

I have gone through a million problems by now

For I am a girl and I don't know how.

Tried to have relations with people,

But later knew they wanted to break me and giggle.

But anyhow, I have to live,

And on and on I have to give

The best of me to this life,

With my efforts to save the lonely wife.

I have lived and so will do

To make this world a wonderloo;

I haven't given up yet

As it's my work to break the suffocating net.

Since, time and again

I have worked.

Worked and worked but I won't give up.

As these are the pieces of me

Bringing up the world.