My Feelings
Sometimes I think when I die no one will crie.
I'll just go down knowing no loved me.
I'll know I never made anyone happy.
All I did was make people believe I wasn't going to be something.
all they believed was oh she'll never be nothing.
Sometimes I believe that i'll be nothing more than a diseased rat.
I might get a's in school.
But when it comes to life i'm nothing but a fool.
And now as i die and go down under.
all I do is wonder.
poem by Jean Pullman
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