/текстът е на Ралица Паскалева, 7. а клас, с който печели 3-то място в 16th Bulgarian Creative Writing Competition/
Nobody ever asked me
What I want to become
Just a pile of plastic,
Waiting for faith to come.
I didn’t want to be this,
not that I had a choice
The world doesn’t care,
not about your voice.
Now stuck as an umbrella
I never wished to be,
my owner picks me up,
but only when it’s rainy.
Nobody looks when i can’t be of use,
Nobody cares unless I help with something first,
Nobody helps until they see it’s broken,
Nobody cries until they know what they’ve lost.
I may be just an umbrella,
but I keep my owner dry
I never wanted to be this,
but at least I’ll know I didn’t waste my time.
Time…the time we get here-
on this little earthly heaven
Isn’t it sad we can’t even decide
What we get to do with our limited time?
Now there’s no one to protect him,
from the rain, the storm, the dust
Only now does he regret his choices-
“Oh, that I shouldn’t have done!”.
What is it like
to have a life stripped of purpose?
Only to be given one
you never even wanted.
Could’ve been so much,
A toy, a knife, a purse!
Maybe even a part of your pen,
Your computer, your game…
I could’ve maybe even helped,
helped save lives-
The same ones that decided
what to rule mine…
…Because nobody ever asks me
How it feels to be alone…
In a world of misunderstanding,
I’m what I never wanted to become…