I am tired of feeling less than I am I tired of closing up like a clam That is not who I was made to be That is not who the world should see I will never add up for you. Tough! It has been years I am use to it rough My destiny is mine to shape I am sure So tomorrow I prepare to walk out the door For me there is no love in your heart My understanding has finally gone off the chart I am getting out of your life this time forever Because finally for ME I will act clever
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Posted: Aug 2013
About this poem:
A friend suggested I change the title from "Black Mood". Thanks Morgen
Comments (8)
i would call it GOOD RIDANCE
it feels like the space for 'more than' has opened