Little Freak Poem By George

Drop,Drop

Drop,Drop

The rain stains the window as

The depression stains my life.

The wind whistled like the creaking

Of my door.

 

Hello son, he said

Happy birthday,he said

Make a wish,he said

If only he knew what more

I could be.

 

My feeling,

My face,

My job,

It was a wast of my time

And my talent.

I want to be free.

I want not to be called a freak.

I’m worth more,

I need more

 

I’m trapped like the elephants we travel with.

 

I inhale,

I blow,

Letting the candles go out like my,

Hope and pride

 

I’m more than a freak !!

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