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Apr 2017
Everyday there is a boy or girl feeling different
Today I feel like a pair of shoes
A pair that you leave under your bed
under clothes, under a pile of dirt where no one can see
There is days when I can see from under
See others play games play a movie
Throw a party with friends
But every time I'm out and can see
I go back under the bed under everything under everyone and just hide
Hide away from everyone from everything and it's like I'm that pair of shoes that someone payed for at that store where there are many more better shoes but for some reason the ones you payed for with the last of your allowance were not the ones you intended to buy
So then your back to being under a bed
under clothes, under a pile of dirt where no one can see Under the bed because you feel like no one wants you or needs you anymore
Under the bed where no one sees you or knows you exists
Because under the bed is where you belong and no one can pull you out of ....
Written by
Santiago patino
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   Adelle Stone
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