I always forget and say have a good day <br /> <br />I am friendly <br />with people I just met <br />and don't know <br />and they think that is strange. <br /> <br />I offer sympathy <br />but understand that I don't really <br />understand the awfulness <br />I sometimes hear. <br /> <br />I confess <br />I do not really like most of people here <br />they act weird. <br /> <br />I am the most colossal case of mistaken identify <br />and no one seems to see me <br />or understand me <br />and I can't tell them <br />who I am; <br />I am not sure myself. <br /> <br />I am only sure <br />I not who they think I am. <br /> <br />I can be in a crowd and suddenly feel sick <br />when I realize <br />no one knows I'm there. <br />I look at others- <br />especially the talkative ones- <br />and feel jealous. <br /> <br />I am prettier when I smile- <br />that what they tell me. <br /> <br />I like this boy <br />he likes me <br />but he doesn't act like it. <br /> <br />Sometimes everyone knows <br />what they are doing <br />but me. <br /> <br />But I don't like what they are doing. <br />I don't like it here. <br />It is cold. <br />Ok. <br />Goodbye. <br /> <br />Thanks Mom for listening.<br /><br />Lonnie Hicks<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/calling-home/
