Yes, I am the eighth wonder of the world!

From the diary of a teenager…

Sometimes I wonder who am I?
A person who wants to be the apple of every eye?

I am the eighth wonder of the world,
That’s how I find myself.

Trying to find the answer, I wonder,
Should I always be the first to surrender?

I keep on thinking, receiving no answer from myself
I am the eighth wonder of the world, That’s how I find myself.

I hear the applause and cheer,
Neglecting the gloomy fear.

I know people want to humiliate me and they really do,
But it’s simply because I am the best and they know this too.

I feel the world easily, 
But still, it’s me who wins wheezily.

I touch the glamorous world with hesitation and worry about the future,
And then I think: the world is a wound and I am a suture.

Again I know I am the eighth wonder of the world,
That’s how I find myself.

I dream water to catch fire someday,
And that this fire is extinguished by some hay.

With an effort to be optimistic,
I have a look at the mirror to see a pretty me,

After all, I’m the eighth wonder of the world,
And EVERYONE HAS TO AGREE!

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