The orphanage

Going to the orphanage is very scary,

I have heard many stories I wish I could burry.

Just imagining it makes me want to pee,

I wish I could go free.

On my way,

I think it is my turn to pay.

As I got there,

I knew the rules weren’t fair.

Believing children will be laughing,

But all I heard was crying.

The whole place was silent,

I don’t think there was a client.

As I walked in,

I could hear a pin.

There was no joy,

Not even a single toy.

Stain on the floor from children tears,

It looks like no one cares.

Not one smile,

But frowns for a long while