life
When I was born I had a good life
But then it all started
When I was young I was bullied
And I felt disregarded
My sister used to make fun of me
Just like all the others
They would laugh and call me names
I didn’t feel like her brother
After a while I toughened up
And kept it all inside
All my anger and my sadness
Made me want to die
Then I became a circus clown
A freak you could say
Just to keep myself unhurt
And keep them all at bay
Now look at me thirteen years later
I say things I don’t want to say
I’ve pretty much messed up my life
Just look at me wouldn’t you say
I have gone through my life so far
And it has all been tough
Now I act like a person i’m not
I try but it is rough
I’m a nice, kind person
One who loves all things
But you will never see that side
Because of what they did
People call me crazy
A person to watch out for
But I don’t want to be this way
Dancing through life alone on an empty floor
When I was born I had a good life
But then it all started
And now you know what has happened
And why I feel disregarded
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