I sit here with my head in my hands.
Tears streaming down my face.
The insults and lies that i get.
Why does this have to happen to me?
Why can't people be happy for me?
I'm building my wall even higher,
So no one will put me down
Copyright © Samantha-Jane Smith | Year Posted 2012
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