I sit by a tree in the middle of
Nowhere.
Nothing but sand and air
How I wish I had someone
To care
Some one to rescue me from here.
I stand by a wall
Feeling a little to tall
Not wanting to walk
Down this lonely hall
I’m alone in a crowd
People talking so loud
No one talking to me
I’m the exact opposite of a
Queen bee.
I’m alone for tea
No ones called me
No one cares if am alone
Not unless they need me.
Thursday, August 21, 2008
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