I hate how they stare at me as I walk through the halls.
They think it's a ball.
I wish they would leave me be.
How can my walk be so clumsy? Please don't think of me.
My walk so flumsy, I look like an awkward bee.
Oh how awkward I am, I only want to be home.
I'm as delicate as a bull, I want to be alone.
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Daniel, a poem collection.
PoetryPoem collection by Marlon. I like to dedicate this book of poems to my lover, Daniel. Without him these poems or this idea couldn't be made without him. He is my light, my sun, my moon, my everything, my world. I like to thank him for helping me mak...
