How could I have such a screwed <br />Up parent that booed <br />Me when I did something good <br />So I hide in my hood <br />As I walk in through the front door <br />People say I'm very hardcore <br />Because of the way I dress <br />Or the way I mess <br />Around and write so strangely <br />All I know is that I plea <br />That someone would rescue me <br />How could someone not help me? <br />Can't they see the real me? <br />I'm hiding somewhere and I'm waiting to get out <br />No one listens to me while I scream and shout <br />Can anyone save me? <br />Or does anyone even try to save me? <br /> <br />*(I wanted someone to save me, But no one stayed with me, For they all had better things to see, It's as if they can't hear me) *<br /><br />Magic What'sHerName<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/can-anyone-save-me-2/
