Hello there
Do you care
How others fare
If so, you’re rare
People often glare
If you have a dramatic flare
They growl like a bear
In a group or in a pair
And they catch you in a snare
Where you can’t get enough air
So you sit in a chair
Hiding for e’er
Pulling out your hair
Thinking how it’s human to err
Telling people to beware
But “I don’t care” they declare
The go elsewhere
So you’re left in this nightmare
In the middle of somewhere
(It’s just left of nowhere)
Wishing your life could be repaired
So you aren’t the round peg when the hole’s square
And people would care for your welfare
But you’re alone, solitaire,
In a game of warfare
Where everything’s unfair
Because you’re abnormal; rare.
About the Creator
Irene Proudman
Just a random chick jotting down some thoughts and other disasters.
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