Treasure Island

Keith Young

(July,10,1984 / Thousand Palms but live in San Diego now)


Why do people like me?
Why do people look up to me
Why do I not like me?
Why people please tell me why
People say I am a friend
Say they don’t need a friend
Say they want to be loved
That’s what I offer
But yet u don’t want me to love why
Why when I am with people they say I am not funny
They say I scare them
People why
Why all the sore words
I love all
But I get none in return
Ever person I say hello to
Ever person I talk to
Ever person I wait on
People that want to be my friends but won’t hang with me
Why do I feel like this?
People please love me

Submitted: Wednesday, March 28, 2007
Edited: Tuesday, February 08, 2011
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  • Kate Kate (5/20/2007 10:51:00 PM)

    I feel like people don't love me too. People aren't nessicarily scared of me but I'm to much for them cause I don't hold back who I am.

    I like how you write. (Report) Reply

  • Missy Trinity Ferrari. (4/6/2007 8:17:00 PM)

    We do you just dont know it yet.
    Maybe u scare them.. because.. they have not yet. Matured to the level where you are... Aka the real world
    People... are the epitome of enigma
    You just gotta find the right ones.. and you will be happy.
    Me. (Report) Reply

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