by Dena Woods

Created on: March 03, 2010

My lonliness is a secret I carry inside,

I want to pull the covers over my head and hide.

My lonliness is attached from inside my soul,

I want to runaway, be free and go.

My lonliness makes me, oh so sad,

People seem to always treat me real bad.

I get ignored, laughed at and teased,

People are the one thing I can not please.

My lonliness is like a cut on my hand,

I cover it up the best that I can.

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