Within myself, I know how to go about love but I don't just know how people see my feelings.
I was born with a wooden spoon,raise with black cooking pots, 
A family that has great interest in education but money is the problem.
I can just call myself a wooden Spooner if I'm not mistakenly, trying my best to grow up. Rejected with lots of people but the luckiest in some aspect.
Shy sometimes, brave at times.
Love by many but I don't know about hatred.

But I know I will make it

Don't relent