As i look back i can't recollect the happy times.But there were days when i sat and cried,all alone.Nobody to wipe the tears,nobody to hug and say "everything will be all right" and nobody to say "I UNDERSTAND".
I searched the whole mountainous waste of life for something that would comfort me.While lying among the litter,somebody threw things at me.I cursed out loud but kicked among the trash for something to feed my heart.Then i saw something glittering among the ignored.I brushed the dirt of it and made it shine bright.Day and night i admired its beauty.I couldn't take my eyes off,slowly i couldn't make out between "my precious" and my soul.I could hear it reading out to my soul.
Then I went for a walk.Slowly the scene around me changed,i travelled through alleys and streets unknown.Yet i cradled the twisted can close to my heart.I could hear loud sneers aimed at me,it was sad that they didn't even care about my feelings.i carried on with the only comfort i felt from the cold metal can against my skin.I often found myself at dead ends and at times cornered by bullies.I was beaten up but with each wound I was being carved into better shapes.Some trash cans that you kick about may be valuable.
