That Feeling
I hate that feeling I get from time to time
It feels like im not even worth a dime
constantly putting a smile on like everything is okay
but it is really hard to keep my faith
day after day I walk the halls
looking at these fal=ke litle barbie dolls
with their make up and so called perfect lives
if only they could see the pain in the real girls eyes
a real girl like me
who problem arent as small as a pea
a real girl who wants to meet a real guy
who is actually worth my time
im not in a rush to feel this thing called "love"
but my feelings are as precious as a dove
so you can say im just a normal teenager
stressed with so much anger
waiting for someone to care for me
instead of coming just to flea
i guess ill just wait for faith
to bring me that special day
when ill be free to feel that thing called love
and someone will finally treat me like their precious dove
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