I am a refugee,
I got kicked out my own country,
I get treated like a monkey because
They think I’m a drunky.

Why do they think I’m a drunky?
Why do they treat me like a monkey?
Why was I kicked out of own country?
Why am I now a refugee?

Now I am moving on to my refugee story.

Every step I took I left a piece of my heart behind. Every step I taken one by one I left my friends, families and my country behind. Even though I now that a new life is beginning for me any minute or second it even could be. When I look in the mirror I can’t see me. Look at me carefully do I look like a refugee. Everytime I tell the people my story they either don’t trust me or they think I was joking, but I am not joking and I am someone to be trusted. I am even someone to be felt sorry for because I was in danger and in fear this is the reason why I left my country, friends and family. Even now some people find it funny. Just a word can change everyone’s life, yes I might be a refugee but please don’t think bad of me. Before in my own country I was working as a teacher now I had to come to a country where no one knows me. Look at me just a word can change me and my live yes your right am a refugee. Look at me look at me I was in fear and in danger I lost my mind in a country that is unfair now I have nothing not even someone to support me. Everytime a say my story to people my tears which are filled with fear drops down my delicate face. Since I was 18 I have been a refugee, I haven’t seen my family for 10 years now. I still can stop thinking about my family I ask my self what are they doing now. How are they? I am still ashamed of my self thinking how could I leave my family on they own, but on the other hand I am thinking I had no chice I was in fear and danger too.