I am dull
Drab and achy
I am worthless
Piece of human flesh.
I exist to please
Only myself
And I failed
Even as if
I had Never tried.
I struggle through
Days without
Laughter or
Tears but
Fierce, cursing
Anger whips out
And cuts
The faces of my children
They stand there
Silent and
I am ashamed.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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