Tears
Sometimes when I sit
I have to think a bit
As to why I live
As to what I give
In this world
I am curled
Into a ball
Ready to fall
From the teasing
And the beating
My tears are falling
My enemies are calling
Why do I care
When they stare
When I draw
Then they caw
I draw the thinks I like
Like my panda, or bike
The things I hate
Like bullies or fate
No one sees the tears
I have been crying for years.
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