Sometimes I wonder looking in the sky. Then I'm hugging my bible asking myself why. I want to be your friend this I try. But you turn away I was always despised. I hate to be alone being in misery. Cause a lot of people say they don't like me. I keep my head up the lord have my back. But you still have a problem with my size or height that i lack.
I work hard doing the job of two. To be on the team to show what I can do. But you disrespect me saying who are you. For i will never be invited to be with your crew. Being alone is hard for me to understand. Living day and night with this pain in my hand. I miss my parents talk to help me stand. But they past away when I was young. Now I'm working on another plan.
I have some people to see. But its better with a heart one day it will be.
the poetry teller
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