So much traps
With nothing changed
Except sinking deeper
My paths growing darker
Always wondering
Why it's always me,
Having much to hustle
Whilst carrying all the blame
Paying for all the mess
Whilst collecting all the trash
Dipping into the mud,
To collect all the treasurers
With nothing to gain
Except for to carry the blame
For the few left undone
For it's all they notice.
©meisha
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