I am a bird, and I have a flock. One's missing I wish I could see that Missing bird I wish to know his thoughts of me.
Though I may wish, I'm still a bird and I have a flock. Did he hate me? my mates hated me.
I guess they always will
I can't seem to find why, Is it my tail?
My feathers?
The color of my feathers?
Is it my size?
I have thoughts,
Many actually.
And some are accurate but.
I am still a bird, and that flock has left
how could they leave?
I was so nice
I helped all the chicks.
Yet I am discluded.
I made this poem, for you to read. although..
I wish I could look better
be better
then would I be accepted?
as A bird, and her flock.
these poems, Have meaning. You'll find it, and not all poems I write were about me. But others, This Poem was my thoughts. I may write more In the future, Not now though.
