Roots
The boy who stared into the ground
tried hard to make friends who couldn’t be found
Outcasted by those blessed with “friendliness”
survived by playing a game called loneliness
And as he grew it became the norm
to avoid rejection, for his heart would be torn
Craving acceptance for being the introvert he was
a misconstrued plea that sprouted from his past
Unanswered and firmly rooted in his heart
Copyright © Brandon Basson | Year Posted 2005
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