I sit here and stare
for I have nothing else
to do
The children ignore me
and the animals run
away from me
I try to do my best
but I end up with nothing
What good is being smart
or having great skills?
All that's important
is that I'm lonely
with no one to play
with.
Each day I hear animals and
children whisper behind my back
and each thing they say,
is not pretty
My only friends are the trees now
they listen to me in need
and the wind blows and blows
to carry my troubles away
But what good are they
they don't play with you
much anyways
Even the made up people in
your own little world
aren't really there to
help you
So I sit there and stare
at the people having fun
I cry and whisper,
"I'm like an orphan,
so unloved and
invisible in the
background
I cry and cry until finally
someone hears me
They approach
and ask me if I
wanted to play with them
Finally I'm not invisible
I say yes quickly
and feel less unloved
as I'm surrounded by
new friends.
<span id="test29058613">. . .</span><br/><div id="post29058613" style="display:none; margin-right:75px;"> Hope you like it</div>
 anesid0ra · Sat Aug 15, 2009 @ 10:22pm · 1 Comments |
