Mallory Deidre Poem by Jared Long

Why am I different, I ask myself,
why am I not accepted by the common wealth,
I can never find love,
like the symbolic dove.
No one pays attention to me,
they just get rid of me like a flea.
I've never been looked at as the favorite son,
or even as a girls honey bun.
I don't really have that much money,
so why does every one think that's so funny.
My life has always been through a lot of pain,
sooner or later I may even have to use a cane,
and eventually I will just die,
without anyone saying goodbye.