little freak By Marko

           Pitter patter

As the rain bashed against the floor and it had been

A stormy night

He was carving a piece of wood that looked like a

Bird

His dad slowly comes in and says

Happy birthday he says

Make a wish he says

I have a lot of wishes to say

To look good

To not look like a freak

And get treated like a dog

But I am trapped in this life

Like an elephant we travel with.

I had sat down and closed my eyes

And blow the hot candles out

But as well I am more than a freak

But for now….. the show must go on.

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