Spare
Spare a thought for the hated
Spare a thought for the loved
Spare a thought for me
Me, the hated,
The lonely,
The quiet one,
The distant one,
The "emu-like" one,
Why do your eyes hold such hate for me?
Me, the ugly one
Me, the one with no chance in the social high
Me, the person who opens up to few
Me, I am the one me.
Spare a thought for those who hate me,
For those who love me,
For those who feel sorry for me,
For those who lie to me.
Spare those who have poison in them,
For those who have hate,
For those who never give up,
For those with disease,
For those like me.
Spare a thought for these people and those who walk by you,
For these people could be gone in the blink of an eye.