Why Am I born like this

A new cut before the last one heals.

A new medicine before the last one works.

I opened my eyes to my so called small world around me,

I saw different people everyday,

Most of the time people with white coats

With their scalpel and their gloves

But I never stopped seeing people

Coming with someone just like me,

With a nice collar around their neck,

A dress or a cloth around them,

They smell good with those vanilla perfumes,

With a snack I’ve never tasted ever in my life .

I wish to feel those groomed furs and the polished nails.

I feel the pain that I’m not supposed to feel

Gave myself up for their knowledge.

I wish to feel the love that the others feel.

I might not get the right proportion because of the scars

I’m still a dog just like your dog.

A big question that travels in my head

Every now and then

Why Am I Born Like This?