The Pain Of Youth


The pain of youth, and fitting in;
completely lost, so youth can't win.
They laugh and mock and point in fun;
To hide in tears, when there's no one.

The pain of youth some come in cliques
When one needs fun and groups can click.
Exceptions come, and one is hurt
A target of the bullies turf.

Questions come, why was I born?
I didn't ask to be,
The teasing stops, it lingers on
Why do they target me?

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