I lost hope; I broke down;
Who was there to save me then?
I looked awkward in that gown;
Yours was a wolves’ dire den.

So many years rolled away;
Still, your scary scorn
Blurs my world even today;
I need a new morn.

“Be it for a penny or be it for a dime,
You can never, never stand
On your own feet, regardless of time;
You’re born to digest reprimand.”

I was bullied; I was stung;
They tried to turn me to stone;
I kept on; I had clung
To the truth in polite tone.

Finally, the results got declared;
They came to know my work in silence;
A few got scared, the others just flared;
I was awarded for my diligence.