An object of the past, that's all I seem to be.
If they see me coming they turn around and flee.
Maybe I don't belong in this once loving family.
Perhaps it's time for me to go maybe that will give them peace.
Then they won't have to see me hurt and never see my cry
Yes maybe I should go away it couldn't hurt to try.
Maybe there's no more room for me and I don't belong with yall.
No room in the winter, spring, n summer and definitely none in the fall.
Maybe there's no more room for me and I shouldn't be here at all.
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Author:
Barnabas (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: September 29th, 2025 07:56
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Comments1
A feeling of not belonging and feeling excluded. Well written
Thank you
You are most welcome
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