Who am I?
I am not their fruit of love
Parents met，info exchanged
Hands shaked，the cooperation made.
A paper permission of marriage，
and here I am.
I'm not their fruit of love.
Who am I?
I'm the smaller girl of two
Not like my brother cousins;
Owning love，no condition needed.
Not like my successful older sibling;
Holding power I dare not to defy.
I am the girl with weak ability but greater view.
Who am I?
Plasticine， or a photocopy with parents as the original.
Being shaped， engraved and planned.
The child next door who's always perfect.
Diary without a lock， and an eye behind.
Holes on the door， life monitored.
I am a plasticine， a photocopy and a posed doll.
Who am I?
I'm a phone with 20% battery.
The survival condition is an occasional ray of love.
Not less leaving me to death;
Not much saving me from attacks.
Hate and love，appearing like Yin-yang，
I am a phone with only 20% battery leftover.
But still， who am I?
I'm a lucky girl:
Who still lives in a safety country;
Who got educational opportunities;
Who received advices though might be wrong;
Who gained kindness to rebuild herself.
I am my supporter;
I am my companion;
I am my own child;
I am， myself.
我受不了了到底哪里违规有风险？
这是自传体诗啊我的人生不合规吗是？