This is how I feel!?
Alone, by myself at home. Always writting and always
thinking and when I think, I feel a tear role down my
cheek.
When I think, I think of church, A place where gods
spirit was weak; at the time.
I felt discomfortness.
My "friends" talking about me
In gods place, then I rest my case that I did not need
them. I tried to talk to a friend I thought I could
trust, suddenly the lights got dem. In a dark place,
Always unwanted. No one to talk to. No one to turn
to. No one to trust.
That's Unwanted
-Lois Marie