Alone like the lonely playground swings,
skweaking in the wind.
Mistreated, thats what I am.
Mistreated like the abused playground slide,
being climed up instead of slide down.
Dangerous, thats what I am.
Dangerous like the silly monkey bars,
that just dare people to fall.
Solitary, thats what I am.
Solitary like the single tree,
that seems to have grown out of nowhere.
That's me, thats who I am.
That is me crying my silent,deadly tears.
While sitting under my favorite tree,
in that big abandoned playground.
Where no one can see me,
slowly falling to peices.
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