I'm in the farthest part of the playgrond I can find I feel ugly and so very alone I don't have a mommmy, brothers, or sisters Is it possible to be too EMPTY and too FULL I am pretty sure I am I am not really ugly to look at; but the lonely part is real and completely true Who cares? You have friends who treat you fair I'm in the farthest part of the playground no one sees I am only six, but it feels like i'm way past a hundred Playing tic-tac-toe all by myself How could I possibly ever lose Cause games for two, played by one Is cleary the recipe For the biues
Reason for writing:
I didn't have nice clothes,nor friends. My father was a
fugitive,and in a strange way so was I, the pain never seems to go away no matter how hard intellectually,or
emotionally. I try. Even though he's dead and gone, and I let the secret go to the grave for the shame I thought belonged to me. THE GHOST LIVES ON !
Birth sign: Leo
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