A Part of My Journey
My journey, not the saddest one
I know that I’ve been blessed
Yet often, I just want to cry
I feel alone, depressed
Not wanted for those childhood games
Small in the scheme of things
But teasing, torment, set the stage
The pain of it still stings
Perhaps, too many share my past
Perhaps, most can outgrow it
But some, still don’t feel good enough
Like me, though you’d not know it
I’ve learned to shine, too hide the fear
I’ve learned to spin, to wear a shell
But underneath, my demons lurk
A hole inside in which they dwell
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