These People
These people make me wonder
These people make me think
Why do these people make me cry
When they are supposed to let me laugh and love, and let me learn about life
Instead they make me question who i am deep down inside,
And make me feel like i should hide
They make me want to run away
To never again return
I feel as unwanted as bad news
And wonder why I'm me
They think that the do nothing wrong,
It's always all my fault
I wish that I could make them see things the way that I do
I'd make them realize that I'm right too
I'm old enough to know what's safe, and what I should and shouldn't do
Wendy
