Is it me?


Is there something

Wrong with me

That puts people

Off, turns them

Away, makes them

Leave me, forget me

And go and find

Someone else to

Talk to, to be with,

To be friends with

And do all the things

That friends do

Whilst I sit alone

At home watching

Paint peeling slowly

Off the wall

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