Why is life so sad?
is it because i'm naughty or bad?
Why can't people see what i do?
My stories, my artwork
Each one brand new.
Why can't people see what i see?
My dreams and ideas that need to be free.
Why do these people hate me so?
Am i grotesque or ugly..well...yes or no?
My voice is not heard,
I am much like a bird.
A plain bird...not pretty
Not outgoing or witty.
But a bird who gets missed,
And is not on the list,
Of specials, or rarest,
Or biggest, or fairest.
But a bird who sits quiet,
And very alone,
No longer important,
Not noticed, unknown.
Jul 29, 2012
Jul 29, 2012 at 5:05 PM UTC
Why is life so sad?
is it because i'm naughty or bad?
Why can't people see what i do?
My stories, my artwork
Each one brand new.
Why can't people see what i see?
My dreams and ideas that need to be free.
Why do these people hate me so?
Am i grotesque or ugly..well...yes or no?
My voice is not heard,
I am much like a bird.
A plain bird...not pretty
Not outgoing or witty.
But a bird who gets missed,
And is not on the list,
Of specials, or rarest,
Or biggest, or fairest.
But a bird who sits quiet,
And very alone,
No longer important,
Not noticed, unknown.
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