Care

When do I count ever?

It seems I don’t ever

Well time to go insane

I feel my feelings are just in pain

Well what to do if you’re not loved

Why do my feeling pushed and tugged

Why don’t people care for a foster child?

When I go insane and wild

I hate adults of all kinds

Because they have small narrow minds

Well am I best to be alone?

Middle of nowhere is my home

Then I won’t be messed around any more

So I shut my heart door

So you adults can’t hurt my feelings any more 

Reviews

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. dear dale ... you're a brilliant poet ... and i'm glad you expressed these feelings ... poetry is very important ... and i agree with you ... but the world doesn't care for me either ... even i live without love ... the way to be is not alone ... but to find the people who care for you ... and become independent ... at the risk of repeating myself ... i'm gonna request you again to invest your time looking for an art dealer ...