<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=459161" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Can I Belong?</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Where can I belong? <br>In a world that's gone so wrong. <br>I'm lost and scared. <br>Quite ill prepared. <br>The cold out there with a rigid stare. <br>How does one fair well? <br>The inner strength I hide. <br>Even from my very eyes. <br>Out there I feel so despised. <br>With every step I reprise. <br>The delicate game of my guise. <br>Putting up a show of lies. <br>Of a man whose brave and never cries. <br>Who doesn't even recognize. <br>The disgusted looks and hate implied. <br>God knows that I have tried. <br>To get along and do no wrong. <br>I've sometimes stumbled along the way. <br>Selfishly thinking in a daze. <br>I hope to find a place to fit. <br>Where the colors are bright and words don't cut with evil wit. <br>All I needs a little space. <br>Where freinds are true, and think I'm really cool. <br>They'll not see me as just a tool. <br>Where can I go to find this group? <br>I don't know I've seen them all. <br>It is no use. <br>It's no longer worth the abuse. <br>How much longer can I search? <br>When inside it really hurts. <br>All I wants a place to belong. <br>Is needing that so very wrong? <br>I guess I'll go for a little more. <br>Hoping soon that I'll score. <br>Until then I'll keep the chore. <br>Knowing that there must be more.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Michael+McParland">Michael McParland</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=459161" data-title="Can I Belong? de Michael McParland" data-description="Where can I belong? In a world that's gone so wrong. I'm lost and scared. Quite ill prepared. The cold out there with a rigid stare. How does one fair well? The inner strength I hide. Even from my very eyes. Out there I feel so despised. ..."></div> </div> </div>

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