Being deplorable
Will make you
To be pensive
And the cost of happiness
To be expensive
The past had its bummer
That left you in this desolate state
You've been a cry machine
For too long.
Blah!blah! is how they
Shame your words
Dah!dah! is how they
Ignore your plea,
Always feeling superfluous
That your shine is engrossed
When did it fell off your grip?
When did the tears start to drip?
Your image has a transformation,
Your parents will be dazed
At whom you've turned out to be.
©hushdarlin
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