He sits and contemplates
His life
So often having to prove
His worth
By making others feel like
Nothing...
And why on earth do they
Let him?
He certainly has better things
To do
But making the one friend he has
Feel inadequate
Somehow makes he, himself, feel
Like more...
And why so loyal?
Why so loved?
Why so cared for by those who hate him?
And he sits and contemplates his life
But never cries |
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