I'm walking down the street,
holding a baby in my arms...

You all continue to amaze me,
with everything you say...

My best friend cannot talk to me,
but she's always there when I cry...

I can't begin to tell you,
exactly how I feel...

They think I can't hear their comments,
as they carefully lower their voice...

If you read my poems,
it shows how I truely feel...

Stuck in a world where money and power mean...
and greed is a common flaw...

My mind is so confused,
I don't know how I feel...

Someone asked me today what Christmas was,
and I thought about it long and hard...

12 different colours,
with different exotic names...

My body tells a story,
not everyone can see...

They don't understand how it hurts,
when the pick out my every flaw...