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違規(guī)有風(fēng)險？

這是自傳體詩啊我的人生不合規(guī)嗎是？