Unwanted By: Michael Dykhoff 6/20/02 I sit alone and wonder why they don�t see. They just pass by, too ashamed to know me. Play their games and don�t look back. Guess they have something that I lack. Little ones, tall ones, big ones, small ones. It doesn�t matter who they are they don�t want me. Excluded and unwanted, I cease to be. I could pine away after some all day. But no one can know, I must make some excuse. No one can know, or my thoughts
