WHY DO THEY HATE

This is me,

I won't change.

Love me or hate me,

Doesn't matter, I'm to blame.

When I pass by,

And see them to the side,

I don’t know what to say

Because I am what they hate.

Laughs and comments,

Is what I hear.,

And I just want to disappear

But what can I do?

That’s who I am

And nothing could change me

Plus what have I done,

To make them feel that way about me..

Can we just be friends?

And not hate.

Sometimes its jealousy.

But what are they jealous of?

I’m not so pretty and not ugly

Is it my voice?

Is it my attitude?

I can’t change that

So what do they want?

Or what can they have?

I can’t leave.

And just believe, believe not in myself.

I just wish it could stop..

‘Cause  its not, it’s not fun.

Does not make me happy,

Its makes my hairs go nappy

I just get so mad

And sad

Just hope one day it stops

A PERFECT FRIEND

I thought I found that "Perfect Friend."

A friend that would always be by my side until the VERY end.

I thought I saw for once that I treated you right but I checkec again with my sight.

I thought you weren't like the rest but like before, you failed the test.

I thought we coud be the Best of Friends again for at least a bit,

But you decided its best to quit.

I thought I can live my life with that one "Perfect Friend' to help guide my way at Just the right time

But once again the life I want cannot be mine.

I thought when I would look left or right you would be there by my side.

Now that we are moving on the time will come that God will give me that "Perfect Friend"

But how long will I last until my heart is shattered glass again?