Maybe it's because I'm not rich,
or not that pretty.
Just because I'm different,
is no reason to call me a witch*.
Why can't I keep friends?
The ones I have are scarce.
The ones I have lost to popularity,
I don't think I need,
Though I'm starting to believe,
that those were ones who really cared.
They just got mixed in with the wrong crowd.
There are some I have lost to drugs,
It's hard to see someone you once loved,
Do thing to hurt to their bodies.
Others I know are pregnant.
I wonder how a child can be a good parent,
to another child.
These changes have affected me,
I don't know exactly how.
I will just have to live,
with the pain for now.....
Things to explain
