Dear Adam,
I wrote a poem, it will never suffice yours though.
And there he sat
Wondering what to say
Maybe he would just blame it on the cat
He dared to look into the mirror
Only to think that he was fat
Even though his bones said otherwise
The long sleeves hid where they were at
He tried until his smile looked bright
Even though he felt like a welcome mat
People just walked all over him
Squishing his soul until it was flat
Words pentetrated his heart
Even his own mom thought he was a brat
Not enough people cared
After all he felt like a gnat
Just an annoying, worthless, pest
So he drowned himself in words of the past
That is how Adam splat
Yeah it sucks.
Love yah,
Bailey xoxo
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