W,D,I,B

Where Do I Belong? Where do I belong? I really do not know. When I walk into a room I'm always told to go. If I ask a question and they don't know what to say. They turn and point their fingers shouting, please just go away. So who am I? I'm confused to say the least. Am I very pretty or ugly like a beast? Does anybody love me? Really I don't know. I'd pack my bags and run away but I've no-where else to go. Am I a little nuisance or just an awful pest. I try to do, I really do I try to do my best. My mum she's always busy and often she will say. Not now my dear child and don't get in my way.