Help
I have cried out for help
Yet no one hears
I have asked for assistance
Yet no one listens
I beg and I plead
Yet they turn away
Leaving me hear crying
Trying to grasp at what they have taken away
Holding on to what they have left behind
Not knowing were to turn
Were to go
To get away from the disapproving glances
The hateful stares
I try to be good
To be noticed for my kindness
But it is never good enough
Never
And as I sit
With the tears rolling down my cheeks
I feel frustration
Pent up anger and sadness
None of which can be expressed
With no wear to turn
I sit here and cry holding on to the one thing I have left
Hope
Hope that someone will hear my cries of anguish
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