Unloved
The unloved live in a private hell.
Of it they cannot tell.
The words in their throat get stuck.
When they speak they stutter and give up.
"Why me?" they silently ask.
"What happened when I was conceived
to make me so easily deceived?"
"Was I born with FOOL on my face
or is it a fact I have no place?"
"How will I survive
this crazy beehive?"
They busy themselves all around me,
never seeing what has bound me
to this cross that I bare.
"Does anyone really care?"
By: Carole O'Terry Duet
Copyright: 2016
"All Rights Reserved"
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