Being the Youngest

Maybe I'm not part of this
Maybe I don't belong
Maybe I should run away
Since I don't fall under
The norm

No one really wants me here
I don't think I want to stay
I'd really rather
Go back home...
Maybe I'll go today....

I left them all this afternoon
In the confusion I snuck away
I wandered back
To my secret spot
And pondered away the day

When the night falls
I'll go back again
I wonder if I was missed?
I know I was being a coward
But how did it come to this?
Being the Youngest is copyright of The Goddess
Take this poem and I'll send a chocobo to poop in your bed...
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