You make me feel like
I'm a dirty dish rag,
With millions of holes.
I don't understand why you hate me
And why I'm NEVER anyone's first choice.
I try to speak up,
But no one hears me,
And if they do,
They don't care enough to listen.l
That's how it's alwyas been.
I get yelled at for things
No one could control.
Why?
Of course,
I don't know.
I don't know anything at all
Because I'm stupid, ugly, fat, useless, worthless...
Nothing more,
Never have been,
NEVER will be.
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