not feeling loved
roses are red, violets are blue I don't feel loved, and I don't have a clue. what I did do to have to pay this torture? and why I'm not loved as I am so successful and high I'm treated like trash and I don't know why is it my body and looks? is it who I seem to be? is it that one girl who always ruins my day? am I wrong? what did I do? I don't have a clue I am strong and mighty and she's not? I have so much talent and she gets attention I'm not rude. I'm truthful I'm crying, whying, and trying but I'm not good enough. I guess she is weak, and I'm strong, and the one that weeps the mistreated one why God? what did I do? what and who did I do it to? put me out of misery, please and when I wake up, I hope that time just dies and lets me give out my why's is that ok that one girl by the bay ruins my day I hope this is all just a dream
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