Shunned written by Antony King at



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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