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Why?

Why do people stair at me?
Why can't they just leave me be?

Why do people have hearts?
When there like target's for darts

Why am I not good enough?
Does it seem that I am tough?

I wrote this short poem,
In wonder why,
Everytime that we might cry,
Our heart is brocken in many ways.
That sometimes we hate to stay
To stay on the world
That weve been born
Like the saying
'Every rose has thorns'
So now its done
The poem has end
Thankyou for listening
All my friends