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违规有风险？

　　这是自传体诗啊我的人生不合规吗是？