victoria forman

Simply Me

Pain and rage I feel these things', they live inside of me
The cruelty of my life, is how this came to be
Never good enough for anyone, this is how it has been
Always trying to be perfect, never able to win
So, the blackness of my spirit, the sadness that I feel
To those I love so dearly, you made it all so real
I am sorry, I can only, simply be myself
I should have been a what-not to sit upon a shelf
Never disappointing, beautiful to see

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