W,D,I,B
Where Do I Belong?
Where do I belong?
I really do not know.
When I walk into a room
I'm always told to go.
If I ask a question
and they don't know what to say.
They turn and point their fingers
shouting, please just go away.
So who am I?
I'm confused to say the least.
Am I very pretty or ugly like a beast?
Does anybody love me?
Really I don't know.
I'd pack my bags and run away
but I've no-where else to go.
Am I a little nuisance
or just an awful pest.
I try to do, I really do
I try to do my best.
My mum she's always busy
and often she will say.
Not now my dear child
and don't get in my way.
Copyright © Patricia Lawton | Year Posted 2016
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