It all began with birth.
You saw your weirdness.
But thoughts were too senseless,
And it will be till death.

They call you "little light",
They think you're good and kind,
But can they see your mind?
I think, you even can't.

You're lost, you need some help.
Who can give it to you?
No one, before you too
Can see you're just a helve.

P.s.: It's my first poem in English [u can easily notice it ], but I tried to bring mystery to Asalia's story, later you'll be able to see it