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Not Understood

It's after school, I'm under the tree
thinking of my way of life
The wind blows softly through my hair
My back so warm from sunlight
Not many people understand me
I'm fighting on my own
But then again it's somewhat nice
To be here, all alone
I never thought i was beautiful
Overwhelmed with insecurity
I'm not really talented
I guess I'm just, well, me.
People call me annoying
But I really don't understand why
All I want is just a friend
Trust me, it's no lie
So now, may I ask
Why are people so mean?
They don't have Jesus, that's why
Their hearts need to be cleaned



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