Always classified under someone,
Never been labeled as 'the one'.
The other being adored by everyone
Him? He thinks they want him gone.
He asks himself 'What is my worth?'
Is there a purpose to his birth?
Why is he present here on Earth?
So many questions since afterbirth.
All he asks is for some little support,
Don't answer him with just a snort.
Offer him a little comfort,
Simple as that things will be sort.
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Unheard Thoughts
Poetry"Some things can't be taught Feelings that can't be bought Sorry I can't be caught These are my Unheard Thoughts" "People's Choice Awards" ~ The Black Ink Awards 2018 "3rd Place Poetry" ~ The Gravity Awards PH 2018 "3rd Place Poetry" ~ The Blue Rose...
