Hear My Cry

Hear my cry. I’m just brand new. I survived the womb and my first breath drew. For the next twenty years must I suffer child abuse? Must I be the victim of a criminal choice? There’s a twenty per cent chance that my childhood will provide an evil sexual education that I will deride. There’s a twenty per cent chance I’ll have a very large account for my mental health requirement. Think I’d rather dismount from life right now than go through all of that. Can you please change my outlook? I’m being very frank. I cannot face life through such insufferable pain. I’d rather go back to the place from which I came! But I can’t!