Trying to be nice,
And being perceived as mean,
It's a struggle you can't explain,
The feeling that consumes you.
Always doing your best,
But it seems to never be enough,
The feeling of failure so strong,
The feeling of not being accepted,
Of always being misunderstood.
It's hard when you're always perceived as the bad guy,
When people only see what they want to see,
Even when you're doing your best,
It'll never be enough,
It'll always be your fault.
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Its not your fault
Jan. 17, 2024
YOU ARE READING
𝐎𝐡, 𝐌𝐲 𝐒𝐨𝐮𝐥.
PoetryMy soul speaks as my soul will. Do not silence it. Some of those poems are just for fun but in the end, they were all written by me, so please don't take any credit from them 1k reads on 24.02.24
