I am not a bad little boy, at least that's what people say, but no one wants me. I feel like the trash that is left over after a good dinner, the trash that nobody wants.
People come and say they want to see me, and then they turn me away because I am not the little boy they want. I am different from the rest of the children I am deformed, was born that way. I guess nobody wants a deformed little boy, one that even teachers think can't learn, but I can learn if I couldn't learn I wouldn't be writing these words.
Well I better go and pray, at least Jesus loves me for who I am. I will write more later when I feel like it.