Its hard enough i cant fill your expectations.
Its bad enough i dont succeed.
Its sad that im never the best
I just wished you could see.
Why did you have to hurt me for?
Words burn just as hard,
as the pain i felt as i child,
of makeshift weapons of past.
Please dont pick on the little things
That is who and what i am
i dont know what im here for
i dont know how i can
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