Micky

by BiLLy   Oct 7, 2005


*not true*

I'm different they say
different like hell
but i guess you never notice
that i do smell

every one teases
tears go down my face
this isn't life this is madness
what is this place

its called reality
where people tease and laugh
i hate people like that
they make me wanna barf

i have no friends
no one at all
but still i carry on
head up and stay tall

every thing in life hurts
like my dad said
stay strong
until the day your dead

my name is Micky
i was raised to be polite
not like these kids today
all they do is fight

my mom died
so did my dad
i told you every things gone
every thing i had

my sister doesn't know me
she was given away
i hope soon
ill meet her one day

my brother
he doesn't want to know me
he thinks I'm retarded
why couldn't i die with my family

you see people
if you just gave me a chance
like every other
ask me to swim, hold and dance

people still think I'm weird
i wouldn't care
its a part of life
and its what makes my tears

*this isn't true i seen a disable person get picked on so i felt sorry and wrote this*

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  • 19 years ago

    by FlawlesslyTarnished

    ...awwww...glad it isn't tre to you...but it's sweet that you wrote about it...you are talented...keep up the good work!!...5/5...

  • 19 years ago

    by Amirah

    Wow this is sad