Why Me
When I start feeling low
I look for the ones who are there.
There's not very many;
Most are there,
But not for me.
So what can I do to deal with the pain-
Look at my knuckles
Look at the wall.
Look at my arms and legs
Look at the bruises.
Look at the scars on my heart.
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