I'll never be perfect,
I'll never be strong,
I'll never be as good as he expects.
I'll never be successful,
I never had the chance,
to be my own person and live my own life.
I'm a big disappointment.
He throw insults everyday.
so bit by bit I float away.
I'll try and keep going,
but it gets tough.
In his eyes,
I'm never good enough.
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When I was Ten
PoetryI used to write poetry. I found a bunch of poems in my closet, and decided to post them here. Some sad, some happy. New, old, and everything in between! Just a whole lot of poems, thrown into one story.