I was considered a mad, a physico a lost man.. they were mine who i did so much for… i worked late nights and seven days to feed them the best…

And just on one fight they wished i could die because of hunger..
the tears i had for them it was just a drama of mine they were no one they were mine…

They did so much for me when i was broke they got me something which i paid off but i never paid of because i did hear them talking and taunting me about…

I repaid them paid off all the loan of mine who’s my own people did for me but still repaying the cost of that favour which they did to me.. because they were mine..
I was crying had lost my dad.. while they were celebrating the weeding at their home they said dont cry we are yours

Now just my heart asks, were they really yours,,
I still dont know they were mine???
Were they mine?