Angry bitter misfit meat,
Raging loner somber geek.
Crying loser feeling shame,
No-good doer knows his pain.
Out of type of both the classes,
Not a friend who asks what happened.
Lift your chin up little one, don’t turn your eyes down from their shun.
I know it hurts to be like you, I know it sucks to feel bad too.
Maybe there’s no one who’s true, maybe really the problem’s you.
Listen child ears on me, I promise you I won’t deceive.
When all hope’s lost and life is Hell, when all your thoughts just sound like yells,
Slow down child, slow a step, don’t try so hard to circumvent.
Take a breath and be at ease, give to God your problems please.
Confess to God your faith does break, and to speak with him makes your heart quake.
Don’t have to tuck your shirt to pants, don’t need to act like your advanced.
These days His name is divided, between believers and good liars.
The reason I push these words on you, is because God’s son was hated too.
– Thomas M. Watt
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