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by gabriel May 19, 2007 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
My name is Gabriel I have no friends I sit here playing With my dirty hands Everyone around They avoid me so Did I do something bad? I just don't know In my free time I always make-believe I can pull a rabbit From my magical sleeve The girls will laugh But ever strangely It's not my tricks Just simply at me The boys, however Are just the worse They'll cut off its head With a scissors The adults aren't All that cruel They never talk except When giving me cold gruel I hide at my favourite spot Away from the sun I watch other kids a lot Out having fun I wish I could play Though I did try once They all smirked at me In unison jeered, "No chance!" Hence I'll just watch and smile And then I'll make believe I'm chasing the others Through autumn's fallen leaves I guess this is just life There's something I can't see What's wrong with me? I'll just sit in the corner And make-believe again Waiting for the sun to come After this passing rain My name is Gabriel I have dirty hands I sit here playing Without any friends
by sheila
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