Not Right

by Samantha   Oct 15, 2007


I, myself not aloud to talk,
He I'm comfortable to talk.

They think so absurdly,
Get that out of your head,
It's just not right,
No not at all.

Things need to be normal,
Just let it all go,
For it is unfair to me.

Nothing I do makes everyone happy,
One thing makes them glad,
Another makes me mad.

I, myself not aloud to talk,
He I'm comfortable to talk.

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