Unwanted
As I look around I see hand holding, lip smacking and booty tapping.
I hear the voices that say hey boo, give some sugar or how was your day then I realize that it wasn't about me anyway.
I bend my head in shame thinking that everyone knows my defame.
I am alone, I hear the whispers when I walk , I want to run but they will talk, I compose myself just enough to get by but then all I do is sigh.
Sometimes it just better to feel unwanted then wanted.
I hear the voices that say hey boo, give some sugar or how was your day then I realize that it wasn't about me anyway.
I bend my head in shame thinking that everyone knows my defame.
I am alone, I hear the whispers when I walk , I want to run but they will talk, I compose myself just enough to get by but then all I do is sigh.
Sometimes it just better to feel unwanted then wanted.
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