I am a miracle
existence predetermined
essence of a real woman
the womb of humanity
questions reality
know that I'm crazy, no one can handle me
why she stay mad at me?
mama never liked me, made me wonder why she bothered having me
exasperating
wasted my voice on humanity
so much it saddens me
voices in my head oh so happily
prey upon known insecurities and vanity
am I doing too much
or
doing just enough
call me nostalgic
maybe i just miss us
feel like I'm alone most of the time
because i am alone most of the time
and even tho it feel good
It don't count when you're not here but on my mind
might be separation anxiety
cuz it seems to bother you less than it do me
eternally connected it seems
glimpses of you in my dreams
whenever i see you, my heart bursts out the seams
lurches to my throat and my words never come out right
just want to mean something in your life...
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