What I have done so wrong,
To not fit in or belong?
What have I done to be so unloved and not needed,
To be so unwanted?
What have I done so wrong to be unloved,
To be mistreated?
What have I done to deserved such unhappiness,
To never find that ful-fillness?
What I have done so wrong,
That leaves me to long?
What have I done so wrong to be hurt and abused,
To be always be used?
What have I done so wrong,
That I will fill like I will never belong?
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My poetry
PoetryI write from my heart and from life experiences. I have a disabled son who was not expected to make it. Some are about him, some about a abusive situation I was in, some just love.
