The Lonesome One
Alone in the midst of strangers
I’ve been pushed farther back
They scorn and they mock
And force me from the pack
I know I don’t have so much as a dime
While they get hundreds at a time
But still I wish they would accept
Me for the time that I’ll be here
Pondering why they care to do it
I start to wonder and start to fear
Is this just because I’m poor
Lonesome here my heart is sore
Is this really how life is?
Can’t I change it in any way?
Last time I barely managed
Hearing the things people would say
About how I can never be more
Because I’m lower than they are
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