It doesn't matter how old we are
How good at playing adult we pretend
The child comes out in all of us
When we think we've lost a friend
Don't they want to be my friend?
Why? What have I done?
Did I accidentally offend them
Whey I was having a little fun?
There is something about rejection
that crushes us inside
The thought that someone doesn't like us
Makes us want to run and hide
It really makes me angry
That of myself I regard so little
That it's subject to outside forces
My self worth is just so brittle
Maybe there are some that think I'm special
And maybe some that think I'm not
But the way I see myself
Shouldn't really change a lot
So I'll walk with head held high
and know there'll come the day
That I'll believe I'm not a waste of space
No matter what all others say
Author notes
Thank you Klassy Lassy for the title suggestions as I couldn't think of one.
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Title: Eyes of a child
Oh my stars and heart of heart,
these soft spoke words are purely art
that touch my eyes with sweet regard
for child within who finds life hard.
For tender touch to rose's curl
and wisdom's dove whose wings unfurl,
All the want in this world beguiled
love could vanquish through eyes of a child!
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What a beautiful comment, you truly have a wonderful gift that I am so glad you share with those on this site. Love and hugs to you Karen
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