Why do words of mine
Feel so my own
When not a tear of mine
Is worth a dime
Not a cent,
a penny in fact to name
But still, they are mine
My emotions
So precious to me.
Hey....
Am I doing it right?
I have the happiest life...
So why do I cry at night?
I have so much freedom...
Why am I suffocating?
Should I scream...
Should I just shut up and dream?
Hahaha
Please pay no mind
To this rant
Of a useless soul
Who is ungrateful
A wretched being...
For I should be smiling...
For all my blessing
I ought to smile...
But I am crying and
I am so horribly
Sorry for that.
Good night
©winkafeat
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