Too tired to write,
Too tired to speak…
What can I do to invert this scene?
What is wrong with me?
Do we need something to say?
I say what I feel… Don’t feel don’t say…
But I urge to speak
So I don’t cry…
I always seek to stand for my pride.
Ain’t proud on what
I write or say…
Ain’t proud of me
Or my stupid way…
Still I’m arrogant,
Need to impose myself
With nothing to show,
With nothing to hold…
Don’t know
I must be unreal
To think I’m something…
Well…
I know I’m nothing
But forget to survive
Painless, with pride…
So… I need to speak,
I need to say
I’m a bad mother…
And not the freak I know I am…
As I write, with nothing to say,
This pain grows inside,
I feel something trying to get away.
Even feelings inside are abandoning me,
They are here now… Now they’re free…
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