I lay on the ground
hundreds of people pass
none offer a helping hand
they look down at me
some like to laugh
some like to make fun
most just stare and watch

I pick myself up
I look at the world
they all look at me the same
point and stare
point and laugh
are they aware of my feelings?
I walk down the path
which everyone is going
they point and laugh
they stare and talk they look at me
I'm the Unaccepted
 
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