Alone in a Full House:

My parents gave me up when I was seven
Forced to live in a room with ten other beds
All the food tasted sour, like a lemon
The chores I had to do I still dread
None of the other kids cared about me
They all had their own things on their mind
Completely alone, like I was lost at sea
As if they didn’t see me, like they were blind
One day the caretaker forgot my name so,
I thought about fleeing this lonely place
But even if I were to flee where would I go
That’s something no one should have to face.
But everyday I still have hopes and dreams
For the day when I’m free and turn eighteen.