Page 9 - Poems by Alyson Malach - Childhood to Adulthood
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When I am Down
When I am crying and all alone
Cooped up in a corner on my own.
No one asks what’s the mater. No one really cares.
That I am drowning in my sorrows and this pain I cannot bear.
I get so awfully lonely, the slightest thing upsets.
They just pat me on the shoulder. There now child don’t fret.
No one knows my feelings, no one understands.
No one ever tries to, no one ever can.
I hate this world I live in, and everyone around.
No one loves any other, that’s a fact I’ve found.
When will they recognise me? Know that I’ve grown up.
See me as I really am taking another look.
I fear that I’ll go stupid.
Do something I’ll regret.
It will be too late to pat my shoulder.
And tell me not to fret.
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