I was sent to a far off place,
Where they did not know of healthy,
And no one was considered wealthy,
They sent me up to the fourth floor,
With the letters 4C 8 written on my door,
They came in one by one, then two, by two,
A whole bunch came in before I knew,
But why were they interested in me?
What possibly could it be?
Their faces were stunned and shocked,
Then they stepped outside to talk,
They came back in and started to begin.
I soon began to think I was a whole new race,
Felt like I didn't belong with the rest,
It seemed as just yesterday,
I was just a bird in the sky,
After that my emotions all ended with a frown,
I wanted to soar, I wanted to fly,
All thought about was how much I wanted to die,
In the last 10 years nothing much has changed,
In fact everything is still the same,
I still don’t want to be here,
And I tend to make that clear,
I know my story happened for a reason,
So here I am telling it, season after season”
Brii Watts (regretfulfeels on ig)