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The Life of Me, A Book
Here I sit, on a shelf.
Many others are with me, yet I feel…
Alone again.
As I sit here, I collect dust.
People pass by me, pick others up,and I feel…
Unwanted again.
When people pick me up, I pray.
I pray that someone will take me from this prison, but they don’t, and I feel…
Lonely again.
As the lights go out, I think.
Those of us left here all think, we all feel…
Undesirable again.
Maybe tomorrows my day, again.
It’s always the same thing, and then I feel…
Rejected again.
Maybe, my tomorrow will never come.
I’ll bet it’s because they judge me by my cover, I feel.
Isolated again.
No one understands the lonely, the pain.
The pain of ALWAYS rejected, I feel…
Abandoned again.
For years I’ve been on this shelf, this PRISON.
I’m always forgotten and avoided, I feel…
Deserted again.
They pick me up, then put me down.
NEVER have I been saved, I feel…
Homeless again.
I’m never chosen, by anyone.
They aren’t locked in here, they don’t understand, I feel…
Solitary again.
It doesn’t matter, their thoughts.
As long as I love myself, I can feel…
Happy again.
But, here I sit, on a shelf.
Many others are with me, yet I feel…
Alone again.
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