This world will not care about meThey Care less and lessThey call me uglyThey call me gayWhy do they hate me when i meet them firstI did nothing wrong..
The idea for this poem came from the rage that has settled inside me from last friday when i came home from school and learned that some one broke int..
A poem I wanted too write this poem and it describes how i see those around me and why I care about people and this poem is Based around the fact that..