Don't cry for me
Pity that you be
Selfhood is hard
In the harsh regard.
Of mine own eye.
Whether down or high
The pain remains
The child contains
All of the hurt
Working to subvert
All of my gains
Even with the pains
I try so hard
For my own regard.
To be me
For all to see
Instead of being hidden.
In societies midden.
The rubbish of humanity
Has no place in the community.
And so it goes on
Broken minded wrong
Battling my own mind
Trying to be self kind
When I hate my own fragility
That I could never reach parity.
To the others who feel
The good stuff is real..
©wrennie
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