Why Poem by kaitlin skelding

Why



I wonder why everyday, like why me
why pick on me make me fell like an outcast
make me think i did something wrong
like i'm not important WHY i did nothing to you
you make me wish i was dead
step in my shoes and know how i fell
but until that happens i'll still be wondering

WHY

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