Shunned
written by: Antony King
I am the child that is always picked last,
Who wants to be liked,
But is often looked past.
I am the one…
Who could be the best friend
But because of my clothes
I am shunned once again.
I sit all alone
With my lunch in my hand,
I would gladly share all,
With that one special friend.
I say the right prayers
Just before bed every night…
”Lord bring me a friend,
And I’ll love them for life.”
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