I wrote a poem. Ive submitted it, but im gunna put it here aswell. Fuck knows why.
A spinster all the same.
What can i do? What can i say? To make all this pain just go away.
If i am real. If i'm not shit. Why does everything get put on me?
Easy to blame? Easy to touch? My vanity and soul slowly dissapear.
If im an angel. If im a god. Why cant i make everything better than this?
Should i stay? Should i just leave you? Return everything to its normal state.
Im not happy. Im just a bitch. Just let everybody hate me, steal the stitch?
Am i a victim? A toy in society? Can't make anyone happy, not even me.
You never have loved me. Not e