by Jo Anne-Patricia Piccarillo

Created on: June 25, 2009   Last Updated: October 19, 2011

I sit in the same place, as the days go on.
No matter what I do, I feel I do not belong.
I know here I am loved, I know that they do care.
Still, they speak harsh words, or just stay silent to stare.

They expect such perfection, I know they only mean well.
Yet, the pressure is exceeding, I sit quiet... never to tell.
I could never say calmly how they make me feel.
All they think I do, is lie, cheat and steal.

They would never understand me, they couldn't if they tried.
I don't understand myself, so I sit in my room and cry.
I wish I could tell them, I wish that I could be close.
I wish they could understand, it is their touch that I miss the most.

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