When you're with me,
we have such good times,
but when you're not,
I feel so bad.

When you're not,
I feel hurt, lost,
lonely.

You laugh with other friends,
friends that I've said to be nice before,
and you said "yes, but....".

I'm confused.
I try to agree with you ,
but you always think the opposite thing.

It's not that I'm saying,
that I don't want you to be with your other friends,
It's quite the opposite.

I just wish you'd include me a little more,
stay with me a little more,
and unite me with the other group of friends you're sometimes with.

And if you know that this poem's for you,
I'm just telling you I still adore you,
we'll be friends forever and ever,
I just wanted to let you know,
just so that you will know how I feel.

To anybody who thinks that I'm adressing to them, this poem is true. To read it, click read more.

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This poem is dedicated to all the small children, girls and boys, forced into Joseph Kony's organisation. Please don't give up hope, we're coming.
Everyday I go to school
I wonder if I look cool
I wonder, who will tease me today?
And will a bad grade lead me astray?

I surf the web, and on Facebook I find
"Stop Kony '12" and I am inclined
To watch a video made this year
After it's done, the message is clear:

Stop the crimes, stop the hate,
Don't let killing be another child's fate

Snatched from thier homes in the darkness of night
Given a gun and told to fight.

And as for the girls, thier days are degrading,
You can see in thier eyes, all hope is fading.

Families and friends, forced to kill
Torture others against thier own will.

For years and years the crime has gone on
We all know it's cruel and it's wrong

And us together, me and you,
All together, what can we do?

We make Kony famous,
We utter his name
In every single street
The bad kind of fame.

Lets get him noticed
Make them all look

No justice for 26 years
Should've have taken as long as it took

Put up posters
With paper and glue
Buy a bracelet
Get not one, but two

Know who he is, watch his video too,
And try to stop his cruelty crew.

The Americans, they're planning
To capture this man
But they need enough support
So that they can

So please, please, children,
Hold on a bit more,
'Cos someday soon,
We'll be knocking on your door.

We're coming, kids,
Keep a smile on your face
And most of all...
Don't lose faith.

Add one teaspoon of fiesty
Three cups of blond hair
And stir.

Add two spoonfuls of green-grey-blue eyes
And red cheeks
And blend.

Sprinkle in some laughter
Grate in some tears
Shake in happiness generously
And add a handful of fears

Add a dash of irony
A bit of bold here and there
And even add some cruelty
But only if you dare.

Crack in some friendship
And add some twigs of a music tree
And then you have
A bowl full of me!

Stir it all together
Until it resembles fairy dust
And then, a well-oiled pan
And a stove, are really a must!

Bake for 30 minutes
Or until brown and crispy
Chop up into 12-year-old pieces
And you got a plateful of me!