Poems For The Sad Soul

Poem 71

If I wasn't sad, would people care?

Would they let me breath the same air?

Could I normally go to school?

Oh the horror, people are so cruel.

Could I live in a world with no hate?

By the time they care, it's too little too late.

I don't want attention, nor do I want fame,

This isn't just some sort of game.

I am who I am, and I think that's okay.

Sadly, some people don't see it that way.

Everyone telling you how good you've done,

Making you feel like you're number one.

They know they're lying, to make a fool of you,

Behind your back they'll talk and laugh too.

Little girl, little girl, tell me why you cry,

They ask and ask but I swear they know why.