A short look
down the brook
and you will see
something more than me.
I don't see it
because I don't feel it.
It is acceptance, it is love,
it is happiness, it's a hug.
That brook of hope and dreams does not appear to those who hide and skip out;
leave without a doubt.
People like me who don't see,
see the face of truth, the face of goodness.
I feel worthless.
No price tag on my soul.
Only tossed aside like trash;
a cigarette butt.
Going on the team I get cut.
I'm no good.
I can't breathe.
If only it wasn't me.
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