Disliked
I was liked but not loved,
For not believing in god,
For not accepting the basics,
Of his existence baud.
All at school resented me,
But claimed to talk to me sometimes, not often,
But I know love means relating,
That love means conversation.
I did have a best friend,
And boy friends whom I played with,
But I didn’t feel included in the circle,
Of the buds of tomorrow’s world, the pith.
Copyright © Dominique Webb | Year Posted 2016
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