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| I Think |
| By: Stephanie Bender |
| As I sit here...I think I think I try to think of what I possibly could have done wrong I think of why she hates me I think of why she doesn't call I think of is she would care if i died I think I think of what it would be like with her always there I KNOW I would be different I think of how I just might have turned out like her I am glad things are the way they are Well not all things, but things with her I think I think if people consider me a burden For I am looking for love and attention i was lacked and not shown I think the world would be better if I were not brought into it |