Poets are those who love,--who feel great truths, And tell them.

July 10, 2008

Why Me?

by Elizabeth

No friend called me tonight,
No boy looked at me with love,
No parent gave me hugs and more...
Why is it always me?

Chris found my journal,
Nick found out my secret crush,
Jonathan found my 'girl things...'
Why is it always me?

Life may be hard for little me,
Yet there are some who're harder,
So I'll give my truest smile...
And forget about me.

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