I'm so useless
And my life's so meaningless
Yet I destroy everyone that knows me
But I don't do it intentionally
I'm trying my best here
Even with all my fears
Yet it's never enough
And I can't keep acting tough
It's like all the weight is on my shoulders
But every problem is a boulder
That's too hard to carry on my own
So my heart's just being torn
It's so hard to act perfect
Prim, perfect, and well kept
So many things you want me to be
But none of them are my dreams
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Literature
PoetryPoetry is what happens When your mind stops working, And for a moment, all you do is feel.
